The Boy Who Couldn't Sit Still

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The silence was horrible. My mom ate her food as if 24 hours ago she didn't slap my dad and ask him to leave. She acted as if everything was fine and I did not like it. I slammed my fork down in the table absolutely down with this. She can't just leave me wondering.

"What happened last night?" I ask after seeing her flinch.

"Your father and I had an argument," she answers vaguely.

"Obviously," I whine just wanting to know what the hell they were fighting about. I've never seen them yell that much. "About what?"

"Your father," she stops hesitating for a minute, "has another kid," she finishes choking out.

"How old?" I gulp.

"He's 15," Mom answers with her jaw clenched.

"He? You've met him?" I ask and she nods.

"How do you think I found out?" She asks like it's obvious.

"How did you find out?" I ask feeling curious.

"I went to surprise him at his office and he was there," she sighs, "I knew he was cheating three years ago o just didn't know they had a kid together."

"Y-You knew he was cheating?" I ask almost shocked, "and you let me look at him like he was a good father?"

"You almost killed yourself, Lily!" She screams making me jump, "What was I supposed to do other than help? It would've made it worse. I couldn't lose you and my husband."

Oh. Why am I so selfish? She was just looking out for me. I can't believe my father had another kid. A boy, like he always wanted. I knew something changed three years ago why didn't I see this?

"I don't want to see him ever again," I proclaim standing up and leaving the dinning room.

"Lilith!" Mom calls after me.

"No!" I yell back, "I never want to see him again. How could he ruin our family like this?"

I run upstairs and rummage through my clothes. I need to get out of here but I need to do it in style. I grab the box of clothes labeled "someday" and start figuring out an outfit. Ripped jeans, fish nets, and a crop top, the perfect outfit.

Once I'm done changing I curl my hair and do my makeup. A little nail polish and I'm done with my appearance. I slip on my shoes and run down the stairs with only my phone and keys in my hand.

Mom's in the kitchen as I pass. I don't say a word to her as I slam the door and she doesn't try to stop me. I get into my car and drive off without another thought. I don't want to think right now.

Where am I going, you ask? I live near a college town where do you think I'm going? They have parties every night and it's not like they card. I just want to get my mind off things for a little bit.

When I get to the party I work as far away from the frat house as possible. I don't feel like having my car vandalized tonight. With my phone in my hands and my keys hooked on my pants I make my way to the buzzing house.

To the people in the house I'm just some stranger ready to party and the best part is they don't care. I walk inside trying to act cool. A couple drunk girls compliment me at the door. Drunk giggly girls are my favorite.

I head straight for the kitchen not trusting anyone to make my drink. There's a group of people cheering on some guy taking a body shot off of a really fit girl. I cheer with them as I casually poor myself a glass of beer. I like fruity things better but beer is good enough.

I chug the first cup before pouring myself another one. I squish my way into the crowd of sweaty dancers just trying to have fun. I don't know the words to the songs playing but I can feel the beat as I dance freely.