Hating Emilia

21

-Ethan Hernandez-

When I came home after Emilia's it was too quiet in my house.

Way too quiet especially after dinner.

I came home around ten p.m. I open the front door slowly thankful it was unlocked.

I had no energy to sneak in through my window, it's too quiet, I walk over to the living room noticing it's a mess.

Noticing everything that was once on the table is now on the floor, the remote for the tv is on the ground, the batteries on the ground too.

There's beer cans littering the room, I walk over to the kitchen and notice two or three broken things, most likely plates and glasses.

I sighed and made a mental note to clean this up, I turn around and go upstairs opening my bedroom door and turning the light on.

That's when I see it.

That's when I see the stand on the floor, the stand bent.

That's when I see the guitar pick is broken.

That's when I see the damaged guitar on the floor.

The guitars neck is broken. The strings are broken. Even the body's ruined.

I pick the broken guitar up, acting careful with it, I knew my father broke it. It was obvious my mother wouldn't.

My jaw tightened the more I stare at it, because what the fuck? I paid for this. This was the one thing I bought with my own fucking money.

And they destroyed it.

They destroy everything.

I knew after that night I'd have to keep Emilia away from them.

They'd ruin her, they'd probably make her leave.

I had to get rid of the guitar, as much as I didn't want to, I had no choice.

I didn't have the money to get it fixed it was completely destroyed.

The money I spent went to waste and I had no idea what to do, I was so angry at my father.

"Did you break my guitar?" I asked him when I went downstairs, he rolls his eyes "Ethan I don't have time for this."

"Did you or did you not."

"So what if I did? You embarrassed us the other night" he stated, my jaw tightened and I nodded my head.

"That was two hundred dollars." I said, my father scoffed "maybe you could've spent it on something else."

"Oh what, like a dinner for myself?" I asked, I was pissed that this whole time they've gone out to dinners while I had to take care of Cassie, that I had to cleanup the mess they'd make.

That I have to protect the perfect image Cassie has of them. 

"Watch it." My dad grits and I rolled my eyes "whatever." I said leaving and going to my room.

I lock my door and change out of my school clothes into sweats and a t-shirt.

I ran a hand through my hair and huffed out a breath, I wanted to see my dove.

Jaxon: are you all going to the party Alex is having tomorrow?

Josh: yeah why?

Me: sure

James: I'll see if I can go

Jaxon: what do you say we do a little bet on someone

I stare at the text and my eyebrows raise as I'm intrigued, maybe just maybe it'll be enough money for dinner so Cassie can eat.