As I sat misrably on my bed , reminiscing of the night before, when I had shown Dave my weaknesses.
I ponder silently about weather or not I should show my face to him or my father. And as I do so... Like a magician the door slams. And in comes dave on his purple skatebourd...
He then says with his epic floridan accent "Dude I seriously think that you sitting here and blubbering all day won't slove anything, will it . what you have to do is show him your not scared of him. Even if you are, just don't show him. Hes like a Rottweiler, yanno if you show your dominance then he wont bite... Just come with me . youll see."
He takes my hand and walks comfortingly down the stairs with our hands joined as one. I grow very surprised of him as I spend more time with him, he truly is an excellent person, although not biologically, i feel emotionally a bond that only people can share. Friendship.
Maybe Dave is a people, stuck inside the body of a pineapple.
I humbly agree and slowly I saunter into the heaping pile of nonsensical "garbag" as iv heard the Americans call it, into the kitchen, I look at the corn blue scruffily painted walls and remember my mother, and think that her amazing painting and artistic skills would make a horrific scene in this already dismal House, and at this point , i hate my parents equally as much as they hate each other, and as much as they want rid of me. The vile woman who fed me nothing but fried chicken, and then wonder why my blood and pressure is so high, and yet do absolutley nothing about it, most likley hoping that i die, so she wouldnt have to buy me chicken anymore.
And my father, who is a violant phsycopath.
He wouldn't miss me because im sure that violent phsycopaths dont miss things that they dont need, I am praying that I can just be orphaned and that my parents are " unable to care for me because of a horrible bread accident; as that is what they truly deserve.
As he turns around from using the refriderator as a central cooler like the white trash bitch he is, he smirks and slowly raises his eyebrows, I can only describe him as "mildly pedophile looking", he honestly sends shivers down my spine.
As if nothing happened, in a top o' the mornin to ya' fashion he exclaimes "what up kid"? I reply with "The vertebra of my spine........... Thanks to you, oh beloved father"
His cheeky-yet-sinister grin quickly wipes of his face. I grew highly confused as he looked remorseful, however, because my fathe tries to act like a macho-maniach this only lasts for a few seconds.
"Okay kiddo', last night I was really drunk and mentally in the wrong place because of some perhaps illegal substances that i may or may not have taken"he speaks so fast it is insanley difficult to keep up with what hes saying, it also doesn't help that he drifts from an american to english accent as frequent as the ginger bitch off of titanic movie, the one named after a flower or somethin, it was so long ago now that i can hardly remember.
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