Baby Fat

twenty-eight

The world is spinning, 180 miles an hour. Bradley can't get a grip on it, he's just dizzy. His stomach is tied in knots, and his breath is caught in his throat. His chest heaves. His vision is tunneling.

He's falling to the ground, knees first.

He needs to escape, get out. He needs it all to stop.

It goes on for what feels like hours, crushing him. He can't breathe, can't feel anything but his bones crushing.

"Bradley!" Grahams voice brings him back to a reality. His hand grips Bradley's shoulder, shaking him.

Bradley's vision is bleak, but he can see his father wrapped up in a sheet. Bradley's bed sheet.

"How could you?" With that, Bradley's pushing himself off the ground. His hands tremble and he almost falls a few times.

"Bradley, please stop. Let me explain," Graham attempts, but it's no use.

Bradley is already speeding down the steps, two at a time.

This burning hate is just filling his veins. He's on fire, it's searing his insides. There's nothing he can do but feel stupid with himself.

When he gets to his car, he just stands there. His muscles are betraying him. His mind is screeching for him to open his car door, but his body doesn't react.

He's numb, and he's frozen in time. He wants to rewind. He wants to start over.

He's so sick of being torn in half, going to war with himself. All because of his parents. They were supposed to protect him, keep him from going off the deep end.

But all they're doing is pushing him closer, and closer, and closer. He's so close he's already got one foot falling over the edge.

He bangs his hand on the hood of his car. It's like he has nothing else to do but fall.

It's all because both his parents are cheating whores. They lie, and they lie. Bradley doesn't even know what's real with them and what's fake.

He just wants to know how everything got so twisted? When his simple life went downhill? He supposes that it's always been like this, so dark and fucked up. He was just ignorant to it all.

What's better? The ignorance bliss he lived in, hating his parents, or now. Where nothing seems to impress them, and he's dying just to do that. Where he knows all their secrets and lies.

So, what's better? Ignorance or complete and absolute knowledge of it all. Bradley doesn't know, and he may never.

He drops himself in his car with a tremendous groan. He realizes that he's been standing outside his house for solid ten minutes and his father hasn't come out once to see him.

Graham's probably doing the home-wrecker, even after I caught them...in my bed, Bradley's mind screams so loud his head starts to pound.

He drives the same way he does after finding his mother, as far away from home as possible.

He can't begin to comprehend how they could do that to each other.

However, he's seen the bad side of their marriage at points. He heard the fighting, and seen them leave and not come back for weeks. He's known all of that happened, but he's never really thought that infidelity was an option.

Movies always portray marriage to be this big, important part of life. Something that one will cherish forever.

But marriage is nothing but disappointment, and a web spun full of lies, and Bradley's seen it first hand.