COMING 2014.
"You are kidding me, right Dad?" I ask as he groans impatiently. "Not the country?"
"No, Valerie. I'm not kidding you, now hurry up and pack your things. I don't have time for your shit," he huffs, as he throws another bag in the boot.
"My shit? What shit dad?" I ask, leaning over the balcony to see him wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Valerie, it doesn't matter. Get your bags and pass them down, now," he says pointing a finger at me.
"No. I'm not moving to--"
"Valerie, I'm not going to stand here, sweating my fucking ass off. Hurry up," I stand there, my mouth hung open and then I push my hands against the front door and storm inside.