Dragged to my knees

Chapter 8

I wake up to rays of sunlight peeking through my blue curtains. Getting up, I groggily make my way to the bathroom to freshen up and by the time I get downstairs, breakfast is ready.

"Morning Mum, morning Aunt Veronica." I call as I take a seat at the table.

"Hey Ricky, did you sleep alright?" asks my mum. My aunt just nods her head since her mouth is crammed full with the sausage she's having and this cracks me up.

"Yeah, I slept fine." I reply, stuffing my mouth as well so she doesn't keep the conversation going too long. My omelet tastes delicious and I swear I start gulping it down faster than the flash would.

"Jesus, Ricky. What did you do at night so get you so hungry?" Aunt Veronica exclaims

"I'm a growing child." I reply grudgingly. This earns a laugh from both of them.

"You're still using that one?" Aunt Veronica shakes her head. "You should find something new, you know."

"I'm working on it." I chuckle and begin clearing the table.

"How about I'm losing a six pack?" she quips.

Seriously? I think to myself. "No thanks aunt." I reply, rolling my eyes. "I'll think of something myself."

"Suit yourself." She laughs and heads upstairs. Mum follows suit but doesn't forget to ask me to do the dishes.

"Mum?" I call out, suddenly remembering. "I'm heading over to Adira's later. We've got a project to work on."

"Who's Adira?" She stops.

"She's Mrs. Grace's daughter. Remember our new neighbor?"

"Oh, yes I do remember her saying she has daughters. I'm glad you lot are friends already."

"So can I go?" I ask, getting impatient already.

"Sure you can. Just behave yourself, will you?"

"When have I not?" I ask, shaking my head. "Thanks mum."

"Yeah, yeah. I need some sleep. That's what Saturdays are for." She chuckles and waves me away.

God, I hate doing dishes I think to myself as I scrub the frying pan. Why don't we just get a dishwasher?

Several more mental complaints later, I leave the dishes to dry and head upstairs to rest for a little bit since it's still too early to head to someone else's house.

Pulling out my IPod, I go through my track list, playing several songs as I go, but nothing feels right. Soon, I get tired of trying and give up since my eyelids are starting to droop anyway.

I wake up to the sound of my cellphone ringing and groggily reach for it. It's a number I don't have on my contact list so I decline the call, settling back into bed without even checking what time it is.

Soon, enough though, my phone starts vibrating again and a certain thought hits me. What if it's one of the twins trying to reach me? They might have gotten my number from someone at school. Excitedly, I pick up my phone and slide the accept icon.

"Hello?" I call out confidently.

"Hello, Jericho." I hear and instantly my blood runs cold.

"How did you get my number" I ask gruffly. What the hell is wrong with this man? Seriously!

"Does that really matter?" he replies. "Don't you miss your father?"

"Don't you dare address yourself as my father, Kenny.' I spit. "You have no right over me!" I say, infusing my words with as much venom as I can muster.

How did he get my number? How dare he even try to call me? Did he really think I would forgive him that easily after everything?

"Look, I just want to talk." He replies quietly.

"Oh really, you want to talk? Good. I hate you Kenny, you make a shitty dad and I hate you. End of discussion."

"I believe talking is supposed to be a two way thing?" he asks, and I swear I can practically see him quirking his eyebrows and smirking through the phone.

"You don't get to call the shots!" I bark, getting out of control. "Don't ever call me back. Ever"

"Just listen to m-. He starts speaking but I cut him off.

"Too little, too late" I say, "And by the way, it's Ricky." I cut the call and just barely stop myself from throwing my phone against the wall. All Kenny ever does is cause me trouble.

My phone vibrates again and I groan loudly when I see it's a text from my father.

"I really need to talk to you son. Meet me tomorrow at The Full Court Press at 4pm. Please Ricky, I want to see you – K."

Now he's making demands as well? What is wrong with this guy? Well, at least he didn't sign off the text as dad. There is no way on earth I'm going to The Full Court Press to meet him anyway.

"Is everything okay, Ricky?" mum asks, peeking in.

Oh my Lord, curse the thin walls of this house. Now I've woken her up.

"Yeah, it's fine mum. Just hurt my leg a bit but it's all good."

"Are you sure?" she insists.

"Mum, I'm fine." I reply, "Nothing to worry about, it's all part of growing up." I say, pulling my lips into what I hope is a convincing smile whilst picking up my phone as if to use it.

"Alright then, I'll just go back to bed." She says, sauntering off.

Thank goodness that went smoothly. I hate lying to mum but there's no way I'm telling her about Kenny. She already has enough on her plate and I'm sure I can handle his issues well enough on my own.

I head downstairs, after checking what time it is, deciding to get in an hour of TV before heading over to our neighbors'.

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Hey loves, how's everyone doing?

So, short chapter but I didn't think you guys would mind cos I'll upload the next one in a few minutes.

Veronica killed my vibe a few minutes ago lol ;)

Kenny actually called Ricky, like he isn't giving up. 

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