-2012- (15 years old)
"LeeLeeeeeee," Kay whined. "Why can't you come over?"
"My dad wants me home straight way," they were walking home from school, Kay's mind filled with fun and fudge pops, but Liam's mind had something else in plan. "Besides the English home seems rough."
"Your dad always says that though," she complains once again. "What's his deal?"
"He has a lot of deals..." He mumbles.
"What?"
"Nothing, he's just really strict, you know?"
"Not really, we haven't really met at all."
"Oh..." Liam forgot his father sat in his house all day watching the news or the Simpsons without any social interaction except from his only son, which he barely talks to. "Maybe someday." His hands started to fidget, like they always do when he feels awkward.
"Okay... I'll miss you then, bye!" She said.
"Bye..." He said as they split ways.
***
Kay ran up to her room and made sure to shut her door. She spilled open her bag, to find her weekly letter. She knew it was very cheesy, but it made her day and it was fun. A poorly written poem:
Only for the sweetest
My dearest
Do I dare calling you that
You mean the world to me let it be
My kind flower
It made her giggle every time. A car honk came from outside her window and she looked out, and found the poet himself, sticking his head out of his very own car.
She ran down the stairs, nobody to stop her, her dad at work and her mom in the war, and she hopped in his car.
"Hey baby," she melted to his voice and he kissed her wildly, wilder than he usually does, she was taken aback. "Let's go somewhere."
He held one of her thighs as he was driving, she tried not giving off a uncomfortable vibe, because she really wanted to get used to it.
***
Liam watched as the car pulled out of Kay's driveway, and he sighed. She was always attached to such douchebags, but he won't leave for some reason. He just wants someone to treat her right.
A beer bottle hits Liam in the head and smashes all over the horrible carpet. "Do you ever goddamn clean around here?" His father spoke. "I can see the mold on the dirty plates on the table. Go clean everything. Even the beer bottle." The old man laughed and choked at his overpowerence on his son.
