S P I L T ° Phillip Gallagher

|5| Rapetative

   The next couple of days were nothing going different from the rest of the regular work schedule with my dad. My mom stayed home, she's a shattered vase that won't hold together no matter how much glue you use. If she's not drinking the cheap boxed wine from the fridge, she's taking any pills she can find in the rusted mirror cabinet in the bathroom.

   When I woke up I heard my parents arguing like usual, I honestly didn't know what it was over nor did I care much.  My room was finally unpacked making it a little bit more home like. Cheap posters, stickers, and the aroma of ciggerrets, weed, and cheap air freshener cluttered inside my haven.

  At least 20 minutes of screaming, yelling, and the classic "It's all your fault", yelling, a final slam of the front door then silence. I knew that was my dad leaving for work. That was the signal to get the fuck out of the house, before my mom started drinking.

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  The neighborhood wasn't friendly like the brochure nailed in everyone's head. Houses falling apart, gangs, hookers, bums, who would ever want to live here?!

  I saw Fiona on her porch agin and I decided to jump over and say hi, before I even walked there the gate she spoke with excitement towards me, nothing I'm use to.

"Speaking of the devil!"

"Hey", I said with a soft smile but quite shyly.

"Ian this is Boe, her parents bought Karen's old house."

"Hi, I'm Ian.", the tallish ginger said with a warm welcoming smile while holding out his hand.

I shook his hand with a smile, "You a EMT?"

He looked down at his clothing with a chuckle, "Oh yeah, just started about a month ago, I love it!"

"That's awesome, must be a thrill."

"It's is, but I got the go before everything I'm late.", he stood up, kissed Fiona on the head then went down the stairs walking off.

"He's nice" 

"Sometimes", she said with a chuckle.