Confessions of a Teenage Rebel (OLD)

4.Confessions of a Teenage Rebel- Dining with a Killer

4. Dining with a Killer

Confession #4: I blame my Dad for the death of millions.

"Where have you been?" My mom screeched as soon as I walked through the door. She was in a tight black dress with 4 inch black stilettos.

Unlike me, my mom was a shorty. Standing at only about 5 feet tall, while I was at least 5'7. I got my tallness from my Dad.

"I was at work?" I told her, rolling my eyes.

"Whatever," she sneers. "Ethan and his Father should be here soon. Go get on something nice."

"What?" I ask sarcastically. "This isn't nice enough?" I point at my waitressing outfit.

She shudders. "That outfit is disgusting. Go change before I disown you."

Tears well up in my eyes, but I refuse to let her see them. I run up the stairs, making sure not to catch her gaze, and slam my door shut.

'Something nice?' I ask myself. If I had it my way, I would just throw on a pair of sweat pants, a tanktop, and call it good. But, since it's 'special guests,' my mom thinks I should wear something more flattering.

I rummaged through my closet, until I found my black button up blouse, and my only jean skirt. I own a few dresses, but they're all Summer dresses, not anything for a special occasion. But then again, I wouldn't call tonight 'special.'

After changing, I quickly combed through my hair, and examined myself in the mirror.

I had long, luscious legs, and a decent looking body. I wasn't too fat, nor too skinny. My skin was the color of a porcelain doll's.

I ran down the stairs, just in time to see the door open. My mom greeted them, and then I saw two figures walk in.

Mr. Conley, Ethan's dad, and my Father's co-worker, was a bald, middle-aged, beer bellied man who always smelt like smoke. He and my Father were both big Tobacco Executives for the cigarette company called "Jumbas."

My dad has been in the business for as long as I can remember. At first I didn't give any thought into it. But in eighth grade, when we learned about tobacco in health class, I realized what my Father was doing. Killing innocents for his own personal pleasure.

He used to go up in front of Judges and say that he didn't believe that cigarettes were addictive, and that his company wasn't liable for the health problems cigarettes were causing. But that's bull. He knew that the nicotine in cigarettes was addictive, and that it killed people. He just didn't want to lose his job.

I have to say that Ethan is a lot more attractive than his Father. If it weren't for the fact that Ethan wanted to follow in his Father's footsteps, and become a Tobacco Executive, too, I would actually think he was cute.

He had naturally curly black hair, and cute little dimples on the sides of his cheeks. His eyes were a light shade of green.

He saw me staring at him and smirked. He flashed me a wink, thinking that it would make me swoon over him for years to come. Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

I rolled my eyes at him, making his lips turn down. He gave me a confused look, like he wasn't used to rejection, and then shook his head.

"Come!" My mother exclaimed. "Sit down. Our dinner is ready."

We all sat down at the dining table, which was covered with mashed potatoes, corn, steak, and buttered rolls.

There were six of us. Parker sat at the end of the table between Mom and Mr. Conley, with a bored facial expression. He had his elbow propped up on the table, his face cradled in one of his hands.