{{AMERICAN TEENAGER}}

one: The Meet Cute

                                                                                        {past}

it's obvious from the minute he walked into the kitchen,how his large frame swallowed the previously empty void of the weathered doorway,positively shaking from the presence of the raging older man,the greying hairs around his muzzle distort as a snarl rips its way onto his ageing face.his brows furrow. Hers raise to perfect her amiable facade,like a domesticated pet she is eagerly awaiting the next set of words to tumble from the maw of the beast in front of her.In a hurried pacing of actions his scarred forearms knock the smaller girl into the banged up refrigerator, an action made easy by the noticeable difference in stature between the two.

Her slender arms held the counter,white-knuckled. She didn't fall, and like the famed statues from ancient Rome she remained frozen in position, watching on as her oaf of a father sluggishly skulked towards the worn cooker.Frantically patting down the sun-bleached denim of his bootcut jeans,he reaches in the slightly ripped back right pocket and chuckles dumbly whilst gently tracing over his carton ruby treasure. The sight reminds you of watching animals at the zoo when you were younger,watching apes be overjoyed after plucking a rather green blade of grass from the terrain under them, in your eyes there wasn't much to your father that set him aside from his animalistic ancestors,besides maybe that he can somewhat read.

His dry,wrinkled hands caged the buttons and knobs of the front of the cheaply made oven.the pads of his fingers violently probing the metallic front,desperately trying to ignite one of the filthy hobs; alas success does not befit the working-man.it was times like this you allowed yourself to feel for your father,his shrivelled form slumped on the cracked tiles of the kitchen as the rays of sunlight illuminate him,igniting his sin,he cries like a wounded animal and he reeks of cheap beer,a truly piteous site to behold,till he opened his mouth that is.

With a sordid,snarling growl he surged up like a great,big hulking bear and stormed the 6 step journey towards the girl-child in front of him, unlike a lesser being she wouldn't cower nor show the fear that racked her heart and left her ribs anxiously shaking in terror at the seething behemoth marching to her,her head stayed skyward and her face blank,if she so much as trembled he'd consume her very being whole,capsize on her weakness and tear her open with his mitts.

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"The LORD had said to Abram, "Go from your country, your people and your father's household to the land I will show you."- Book of GENESIS,12:1

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                                                                                    {present}

It was around 7ish pm,she had clocked in only a mere 2 hours ago but was still overcome with extreme boredom paired with exhaustion from lasts nights lack of sleep. The setting sun hurt her heavy eyes through the thick glass windows,violating her corneas and she brought her gaze down to meet the familiar butcher block countertop standing between her and the line of chittering customers,her left hand lied lazily over the faded buttons of the dull cashier till infront of her,she punched in the familiar numbers for the "family banquet meal" and gestured for the seemingly middle aged man infront of her to stand over by the far left side wall for his meal to finish being prepared,he met her relaxed gaze with a weary nod,poor guy looked dead on his feet though that is the sad repercussions of being a contributing cog in a larger machine,working for the man so you can live a good life yet at some point you realise your about to claim state pension and you suddenly have an epiphany of 'where's my happy ending' unfortunately this is the real world and that shit isn't guaranteed like it is in fairytales,there's no rich prince to whisk you off your feet and take you back to his castle where for the rest of your life you won't have to pay a dime for anything.