I kissed my brother, and I liked it

Red

(psst. That's my mom, btw ^)

"THIS ISN'T WORKING OUT!"

"Babe.. please listen to me. We can try. We can work things out. Please just..."

"NO!"

"Ok. What bout the memories? Uh.. what bout the kids?"

"OH GO JERK OFF ON OUR FUCKING MEMORIES. THE KIDS ARE GOING WITH ME. YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF. ASSHOLE."

"OK FINE! GO SUCK ON SOMEONE ELSE'S DICK LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO. I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FUCKING WHORE."

"YA I'LL MAKE SURE THIS TIME THE DICK I SUCK IS LARGER THAN A PEA."

"Fuck off."

"Yes!", I whisper to Lilly and she raises her tiny palm to me. I give her a high five.

We're crouched down outside mom and dad's room and their door is open just a teeny tiny bit. That's unusual. Usually whenever they fight, which is more than often, the door is left wide open for the entire world to watch a 40 y/o woman in her crop top and shorts throw random objects and offences at a 41 y/o man in nothing, but his boxers.

And let me tell you, it's not as sexy as it sounds.

So it must mean something if the door is closed, or, somewhat closed.

"I always gave you all my love, Olivia. You're just a greedy little bitch. Nothing is ever enough for you."

"Yeah yeah. Thank you for everything you did and for everything you didn't do, but right now, just shut up and sign the papers."

"I'm outta this hellhole."

"MOVE!", I whisper-shout at Lilly who nods and then scoots to her left almost immediately. I jump to my right.

"Bai boi."

The door to our parents room flies open dramatically and Nathan (dad) stomps out. Anger radiates from every part of his body. If we get noticed spectating this, we're dead meat.

Lilly and I slowly slip further away from the door taking small and ineffective steps. But all of a sudden, dad turns around. My breath catches and I hear Lilly squeal out of fear.

His eyes gleam with something more than just hatred as he raises his middle finger to our mother inside the room. I slightly tilt my head to the left only to see my mother returning that middle finger with two of her own.

Smiling, I turn to Nathan and raise both my middle fingers at him too. Lilly sticks out her tongue, and does the same, raising her tiny 'fuck you' fingers at my stepfather. Stepfather.

Did I mention he was my stepfather​?

His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he gulps down nothing. Then he turns around, and stomps downstairs.

"DAD!", Mia yells, running out of her room and after our half-naked father. I stand still, shocked.

SHIT! I forgot about Mia.

"Dad don't leave", she pleads. "Please... DAD!", she cries and it makes my heart ache for her.

She loves Nathan. She always had, ever since mom remarried for the second time.

My stepfather stuffs his hands in his pockets and pulls out his phone. He starts dialing a number.

I hurriedly run downstairs, skipping steps on the way to get to my sister.

"D-d-dad...", she cries again, standing behind our father.

"Hello?... Yea come get me... Hell, where else?... My home you idiot... Less talk more work. Get here... I SAID GET HERE!"

Mia's frame visibly shakes as she clasps her hands together. Pleading and begging Nathan to stay.

I get to her and lightly place my hands on her shoulders, afraid she might shake them off. "Mia", I whisper. She turns her head to look at me.

I've always thought of myself as a strong person. And indeed, maybe I am. My biological father ran away with a woman named Sasha when I was 5 and Jacob was 8. I remember the date. It was the 9th of Jan, mom and dad's anniversary. Mom had dressed in the most beautiful red gown I've ever seen in my entire life. I stood beside her in my version of a gown, a red frock, holding a bouquet of red roses.

Red roses wasn't just a cliché to her, instead it meant a lot. Because dad had brought mom a single red rose, every single day, since the start of 9th grade. She used to tell me how he sometimes stuck it in her hair, or got down on his knees to give it to her. Sometimes it'd fall out from her locker.

It would always be, a red rose.

So as a surprise for dad on their 10th marriage anniversary, she got us dressed in red, dressed herself in red, exchanged everything in the house for the same thing in red. She placed red roses in every corner of the house, yes, even the toilet. Everything looked so beautiful, and red.

Hence, red became my favourite colour.

We all stood at the door, waiting for dad to return home from work. We waited, waited and waited.

But he never came back...

The look on mom's face that day was just rebuff. She was blank. No emotions crossed her face for the next many months.

The look on Mia's face when she turns to me is pure misery. Tears streaming down her cheeks endless​ly. Her eyes glassy, her pupils dilated. Her straight black hair sticking to her forehead in abnormal patterns. She's sweating in fear.

But there's this something, so oddly familiar in her eyes that just dug into my thrown away memory and picked out the one of that horrible 9th Jan.

The same hurt I saw in mom's blue eyes has now reappeared in her daughter Mia's blue eyes. 

The hurt had scarred her. I don't want it to scar her daughter too.

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Sed.