Inconvenience [Syndisparklez]

[Two]

Tom's POV

"Bitch"

"Asshole"

"Douche"

"Dickbag" We kept listing names, trying to top each other. My sister, Amelia, is driving me since Mum doesn't get off work until 4pm today. I did try to convince them to not make me go, but my siblings are dicks. All 4 of them. Not even my brother stood up for me! Bunch of douchebags of ya ask me. We got out of the car and my sister looked in awe of the huge building and pulled out her camera. She wants to be a photographer, which is surprising. I thought she'd go into something like acting or be apart of the making of movies.

After she was done taking pictures we walked into the facility and the woman at the front desk asked where we were going. I hated big buildings, they freaked me out. I mean, why wouldn't I be? I'm above the ground with nothing but the floor under me to support the one I'm on. And also, I'm terrified of being on a bottom floor and it collapsing on me. Horrifying.

"Floor?" Amelia asked. "2, so that means 3 floors will collapse on us if something goes wrong." I replied casually. She rolled her eyes.

"well if something does happen, I'll be there to take a picture of it from the inside and if my camera doesn't get smashed they can see it." Amelia said and pushed the button. It was quiet for once, which was weird. Since there are 7 people in one house causes lots of screaming, blood, and fights. The blood part usually starts when someone has the bright idea of playing a game with something dangerous like a BB gun. The loud ding scared the shit out of me and we walked out of the elevator, and maneuvered through the maze of halls until we came across the room with the piano.

A 6-year-old looking girl and her mother brushed past us. "Well you do whatever the hell you're suppose to do whilst I go sit my ass down over there and read PWP." Amelia said quietly as she pointed to the seats in the closest hall. "What's PWP?" I asked. There were a lot of things I never understood when I spoke to Amelia. Mostly because she's in college and has a completely different mindset.

"Nothing you innocent pureness, now go!" She shoved me into the room and ran into the hall. I may not be able to call Mum a bitch, but I can definitely call Amelia one. Though I have a feeling of I shout bitch, the security guards will find that a bit suspicious so I won't.

"Oh hi Tom, I'll be with you in just a moment. A woman left her car keys here." The instructor woman scared the shit out of me. "And my son, Jordan, is in there so just ignore him." She walked to the elevator and I watched the doors close. Well then. I walked over to one of the many benches near the wall covered in mirrors, and the boy completely ignored me. He obviously knew I was here, but didn't seem to care. He just kept on playing a song I didn't know. Though it sounded somewhat familiar, who knows. My little sister goes through about 50 different songs a day. I've probably heard everything.

He only hit one wrong key during the song and seemed like he knew it by heart since he barely looked up at the sheet of paper. I'm not going to lie, it's pretty amusing. "Yes?"

"What?"

"Well you're kinda staring holes in the back of my head and you're being creepily quiet. So what? yourself." He replied and I just sat there. I probably do look really suspicious just sitting on a bench. But isn't that what people do? Listen to music and do nothing? That's what I've been told anyways. I don't have the damn patients usually to just sit around though.

"Sorry Tom to keep you waiting. Jordan, move." The instructor said and he got up, walking down the hall. Why do I feel like he's a ghost or something? I think my brain cannot handle being away from my computer. That's it.

*

The lesson was long and boring, and I tried not to roll my eyes every time she reminded me where to put my fingers when I screwed up. I hate being told what to do, it's just not me. You could call me ignorant and that's why I don't listen, but I'd like to disagree. It's just frustrating, I'm my own boss and anyone who says otherwise can screw off. 'Simple as that.

"You're making progress, you just need to remember where the keys are while you're looking up at the sheet. Other than that, you're doing great!" She said and smiled, gripping my shoulders loosely. Amelia was leaning one the wall next to the piano. Whilst the instructor, who I learned that her name was Mrs.Claire, wrote the receipt, Amelia leaned over and asked "Is that the kid you were talking about?"

I only nodded, not wanting to be caught talking about Mrs.Claire's son, because I have a feeling she'd be insulted. Even though she did act like a bitch. Maybe that was a one time thing? Probably, I always look way too far into things like this. It's non of my business, anyways. "Well here you guys go and I'll see you on Thursday Tom." Mrs.Claire handed Amelia the receipt. We said our goodbyes and I was about to walk into the elevator when Amelia pulled me into a wall. "What?!" I asked.

"I wanna see if you're a filthy liar or not." She replied, leaning to see inside of the room. This is a terrible idea. "What if we get caught?! There's security guards ya know!" I said, but also leaned to see. It's probably gonna be nothing and I'm gonna be called a liar. Great.

"Are you even practicing? I think you've gotten worse." Her voice was full of venom as she whispered harshly.

"...I do try, every single time...." He objected and Mrs.Claire scoffed. "Tch, it's seems not. And you do not talk down to me, understood? I am your mother and you will respect me, or I'll tell your father about how you refuse to listen and respect me."

"Yes mom."

Amelia looked at me and started hitting the buttons. As soon as the elevator came down she shoved us into it. The doors closed and I remained silent. What kind of low-life snob threatens a kid?! Especially their own? And what's so bad about his father?

"Okay... Maybe you're not a filthy liar."

"Maybe?"

"Some people are just more well-disciplined than you, Tom. You're just a spoiled little boy."

"Screw off."