I wonder how bacon is actually made.....huh.....might have to google it later. I mean there's gotta be a Youtube video on it at the very least right?
Taylor
"Taylor!"
My head shot up and I realized I'd been daydreaming about bacon while dad rambled on about the newest news article he'd read that morning
"Can we have a proper family discussion after you're done?"
I looked down at my hand when I saw my dad gesture to the strip of bacon that had now soaked my palm with grease, I folded it in half and popped it into my mouth then slowly took my empty plate to the sink and washed my hands. Who knew walking from the sink to the kitchen table could feel like a death march? I felt every eye in the room on me as I plopped myself down on the chair and folded my arms across my chest
"Taylor...."
Well fuck....here we go. Taylor you're such a disappointment. Taylor you are a brat-
"......I hate that we have drifted apart like this"
Huh?
Dad sighed and the shakiness in his voice suddenly caused my throat to constrict. I sat up straighter and waited for him to continue
"I can understand why you're so angry.....and I'm sorry that my actions in life is the reason for it......but I love Laura and that's not going to change"
I really tried not to roll my eyes, I really did but my body had a certain reaction to the woman's name and it was sometimes involuntary
"This.....this is what I'm talking about....since when are you so bratty?"
There it is
"You used to be so passionate about music.....when was the last time you held your guitar and wrote a song?"
The mention of music made my eyes burn with unshed tears, I wouldn't cry, I wouldn't show weakness
".....you used to love barrel racing.....when was the last time you went into the arena? You just ride when your running from your problems down to that damn creek"
Fuck you dad. The creek is my happy place. The water is my therapist
".....you used to be a straight A student.....now your barely scraping your way through high school"
Blah blah bitch blah blah moan
I refused to look up from my lap when I could hear the emotion in my dad's voice. I needed to get the fuck away from this place. I had to get out of this torturous situation. I had to run.
"Are we done?"
There was a moment of silence then my dad let out a exasperated little laugh and slammed his hands down onto the tabletop which made me jump a bit still looking down
"Alright this is what's gonna happen.....Spring break you're coming back here.....alone"
That made me snap my head up with a shocked expression
"I'm not coming back without mom"
"You are coming back for Spring break while Austin will go visit mom..... it's been decided.....done"
"Uh....no..... I'm not a fucking child anymore you can't do this..... I'm not coming back without my mother"
"Your mother is always welcome here but we've decided this together"
What!?
My head snapped to my side where my mom was looking straight in front of her
"You decided this for me? I have no say in this?"
