Cat-tastrophe

Real life sucks sometimes

Alexandria Love, well, me, was sitting at the table in the dining room, it was always slightly cold from the air conditioner in the window next to me always on. Sometimes i can hear the water dripping off of the edge, but this time it wasnt the air conditioner; it was my step father. He was cold, colder than any air conditioner.
Chills of hate ran down my back as he paced back and forth in front of me. He looked distraught, and i knew why. I had just dropped out of collage to attempt to make a career off of my art, which was going rather well.
My cooking even had got me into a position at a nice resturaunt- but he had never believed in me.
It was my house, I worked my ass off fixing the place up, it took me months, the place had trash everywhere and no heating until i fixed it. I repainted the cherry colored walls with a light blue, and redid the kitchen tiles. I fixed the drip under the sink and the sticky lightswitch to the basement.
I made this house my home, and he always came in here making my sanctuary feel cold and empty despite all i tried to keep him away. i was tired of him coming in and treating me like i was still a child. Christ....might as well be telling me im a disappointment to my face. It was deathly quiet right now, his angry face just making me wish i stayed at the bar tonight. However, after a while of silence he stopped his pacing and spoke.

"Alexandria. You should have talked to us first- i mean it was a big decision! We should have a say, we are your parents-"

I cut him off abruptly
"you are not my parent, joey. You keep trying to treat me like im 4 and its tiring, you werent even there for me when i was actually under your roof. I owe you NO explanation."
Joey just stared at me, seemingly hurt. I didnt care, after all i just wanted him gone. In the silence of the moment wished i could be with my favorite tv show characters... Jessie and Mathew Rugar, a family... They seemed to actually care for eachother unlike joey and my mom.

Joey finally stopped staring and blinked at me, then calmly grabbed his things and started to walked out. Thankfully. I was tired of his shit.
He stopped and turned to look at me, a gentle expression on his face
"alex.... Im sorry you think that low of me..."

I felt a pang of guilt, watching him walk out the door. But i knew he would always use this stuff against me, and so i tried not to take it to heart.
After a while of sitting there thinking, i stood up. I had to get ready for bed, i had work tommorow- and with so many thoughts running through my head, along with guilt for saying what i said to him.... It would suck to sleep tonight. Ah well... He will live. I thought about watching my favorite show, but i hadnt had the time, and rewatching 9 seasons for the 3d time sounds insane.
I brushed by teeth and got into bed, waiting for the day to be over with. I took my lucky charm necklace i was wearing into my hand and held the charm hanging on it, holding it as i slept, hoping to god id be out of this mess.

I wished, holding my necklace tight, that i could be in a whole different world...away from this. I wished that id finally be happy, and have adventure.

Well, maybe it worked a little too well for me. Be careful what you wish for.