We chatted through the whole car ride, laughing and singing to the music blasted on the radio. Oliver tried to hit a high note on one of the songs, but it ended in him cracking his voice. I bursted out laughing.
"We're here!" He exclaimed as he parked the car "time to eat some ice-cream!" He rubbed his hands together in delight
We walked in the parlour, and a wave cool air hit me. I loved the ice-cream parlour, it always made me happy. Heck, the ice-cream made me happy.
"So, what would you like?" Oliver asked
"I'd like the tiramisu flavoured one please!" I said smiling
"Ok, now while I order, why don't you get us a table?" He said walking up to the counter
"Ok"
I sat down at a table near the window, and stared outside. I thought about how me and my parents would come here often to eat ice-cream. But sadly, it had to end. Then my mind jumped to the conversation me and my dad had. He always said he was sorry, about everything that night. All because he was drunk he did that, but I didn't believe him one bit.
"One tiramisu for you" Oliver said walking up to me and placing the cup on the table "and chocolate chip mocha for meh!"
He quickly took a big spoonful and stuffed it in his mouth, his face twisted in agony as his hands clutched his forehead.
"BRAAIINN FREEZZEE!!!" he said in pain
"Well that's what you get for shoving your ice-cream in that pie-hole of yours" I said laughing at his current state
"Hey, I happen to love pie!" He said rubbing his temples
I sighed and started to eat my cup of ice-cream. I stared out the window, looking at the sights and the scenery. My eyes started to focus on a family of three. They were playing on the sidewalk, the father picked up his child and lifted him up in the air. The child giggled as he acted like a superhero. The mother then took out her phone and snapped a picture of them. It was cute and sweet to see them happy. Then sadness washed over me, I wished my family was like that, mostly my dad would come home drunk and my mom would always argue of how he was acting. Once, I asked what's wrong, they said it was nothing. They lied, they both lied. I knew what was going on, they fought every night when he came back home from a bar or a nightclub. Always had the scent of another slutty, bitchy ass woman on him. I wished that the fighting always ended, but I didn't imagine that it would end in such a....Horrible way.
"Something wrong Mia?" Oliver asked interupting my thoughts
"Hm? Oh, nothing's wrong, just admiring the view" I said taking a bite of my ice-cream
"Well, it's time to go back home" he said looking at his phone "my mom is flooding my phone with messages"
"Woah, she must be worried, let's go back now" I said standing up and heading out the door
YOU ARE READING
Lost (on hold)
Teen Fiction"please, stay back!" I yelled putting my hands in front of me " I'm a monster, just like my father..." "every single time I try to be less like him, I just go back to the monster I really am...I don't want to hurt anyone anymore...I can't handle it...
