Family First (Cashby & Kellic) Collab with Gabisnotfab

Chapter Eight

Alan's POV

Ever since I found out about the divorce I ignored my parents. I talked when needed but otherwise I didn't. I didn't want to talk to them, eat with them or anywhere near them. I didn't like this thought but I did everything I could to avoid them talking about it to me. They were getting sick of me doing this but I wasn't giving into them until they figured it out.

I went into the kitchen where dinner was made and ready. Papa and Mama were sitting at the table eating in a silence. I grabbed a plate and dished myself up with some food. I was starving and in need of a quick getaway to my room only to have my stomach growl loudly, gaining my parents attention.

"Fuck." I whispered setting my plate down on the counter.

"Sweetie, why don't you eat with us tonight?" Mama asked quietly.

I shrugged, "I have to do homework." I muttered.

"Oh come on, just eat with us." Papa coaxed.

"Homework is pretty important."

"It's fine," Mama said.

"I can't fail my classes, though."

"You won't, I think you can eat dinner with us."

I sighed and sat down at the table with my food.

"There we go."

"I'm here." I muttered, picking at my plate.

"Good."

"I guess so."

"Yeah," Papa said.

"Yeah, look can we just get through this painful dinner so I can go upstairs?"

"No," Mama said.

"Well I'm all of a sudden exhausted. Goodnight." I said sliding my chair back and standing.

"No, stay and finish."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Can I go, please?"

Papa sighed. "Why?"

"Because I obviously don't want to be here."

"Why not?" He pushed.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, I think it does."

"Well it doesn't, so I am going upstairs to eat- alone."

"Al-"

"Just let him go, Kells," Papa sighed.

"No, he's not allowed to treat us like this."

"Oh hey get over it." I muttered.

"Kells," Papa said again. "Just let him go to his room if he wants. I mean so what if this is potentially the last ever family meal we have. It's not like Alan cares that we're splitting up."

"I care." I said sitting back down, "I fucking care."

"Yeah, sure you do," he said, unconvinced.

"Whatever."

Papa rolled his eyes and continued eating.

"I wanna go back to Grandpa and Nana's."

"Too bad," Mama said. "They're going on a cruise in a few days."

"What about uncle Mike's?"

"You're staying home," Mama said sharply, a snap in his voice.

"I'm going to bed."