Let's Not Talk About Tomorow

Jake

I kicked open the front door and threw my bag down on the floor, stepping out of my shoes too. I loosened my tie and threw that off too, stomping upstairs. I hate therapy so fucking much! I don't give a shit if Dad and Papa think it's for the best! Why do I have to tell Jane everything about my life! She promised she wouldn't tell my parents but she fucking lied! Why else would they sit me down to 'Have A Talk' all the time?! I hate it! I heard the kitchen door open and Papa appeared at the foot of the stairs.

He was wearing one of Dad's old, faded shirts and not much else. It hung down to his knees, hiding the ugly scars on his thighs. His hair was rumpled as though he'd been running his hands through it. Lately,Papa had been run off his feet. Dad was ill again, Sabrina was slowly nursing him back to health. Or so she said. He didn't seem to begetting better but he didn't seem to be getting worse, which had to be a good thing, right? On the other hand, Papa was exhausted with all his added responsibilities, he could barely remember that I existed.

"Jake" He croaked, oh, and he also developed a severe cold and wasn't allowed near Dad until he was healthier "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine" I insisted

"Then will you pick up your things?" He sighed, rubbing his temples "And check up on your dad?"

"Papa, I'm busy"

"Jake, I've got a million and one things to do. Please help me out"He pleaded "Besides, Sabrina isn't going to be here for an hour unless it's an emergency"

"Whatever" I rolled my eyes and knocked quietly on Dad's door, he was probably sleeping so I didn't want to wake him. I waited. No response. Slowly, I opened the door and peeked inside. Dad was sleeping soundly, the cover tucked underneath his chin. It looked like he had been crying, I wouldn't be surprised if he had. There was no use denying how lonely Dad was now. He facetimed Papa every night but it wasn't the same. The only person he got to see face-to-face for more than 10 minutes a day was Sabrina. I started to back out the room when Dad stirred.

"Jake?" He said sleepily. Crap.

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk?"

"About?"

"Does it really matter? I feel like I've barely seen you for the past 2 weeks" He rubbed his head wearily as he eased himself into sitting position "Sit, please" I sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. "So, what's up?" He asked "And don't you dare bullshit to me, I know something's up. You've been avoiding me and Papa and Gabrielle-"

"How do you know that?" I interrupted

"Gabrielle's visited a couple times asking for you" Dad informed me "She's really worried about you, hasn't seen you around school for a while. Ashleigh's come too"

"Before you ask, yes, I've been skipping school" I admitted "But I promise I haven't fell behind. I emailed the school saying that I have family stuff going on and needed my school work to emailed to me"

"I won't be mad if you tell me why" Dad patted the space beside him, indicating for me to sit there. I did so and he put his arm around me, pressing a kiss to my hair.

"I hate therapy" I mumbled "Jane promised me she wouldn't tell anyone about our sessions but she may as well fucking record it because you and Papa seem to know every word I say! And don't even get me started on that fucking medication! It's not helping! I don't feel like me anymore! Heck, I don't even feel fucking human, Dad! I don't feel anything and it scares me! I'm pushing everyone away because I don't know how to act around them, especially Gabrielle. I can't even get it up anymore, Dad, I'm 15! I'm so sexually frustrated, it's unreal!"