SECRETS

chapter#2

Today was a long day, with the whole school knowing about Diana it was a total piss off. I walk to our old looking house which has two floors and a pourch that needs painting. If only my parents hadn't used up so much money, we would be living in a nice damn house.

I pull out my keys from my backpack and open the door. The moment the door opens my nose is filled with the smell of good food. That's when I realize my Mom's home, and has some senses to cook instead of giving me the responsibility of cooking. As I enter I see my Dad at the the table. It seems like it's been years ever since my Dad sat formaly at the table.Then I see my two little sisters, whom I love the most. Wait, why are they back so early from the babysiters and who even brought them home? Why Is Mom cooking? She never does that. Why is Dad not drinking? Or not at a club? I know something is wrong. Oh wait something is always wrong.

My temper grows and my body is heating up. The sight of my two little sisters makes me forget about my anger. Eemi and Keli are running towards me, I pick them up and hug them.

Finally Mom and Dad notices me and know that I'm home. The moment Dad sees I'm here, he gets up to talk to me. If Em and Kel weren't in my hands, I would turn to him and scream at him. But the two beautiful love of my life take away my anger.

Dad clears his mouth to get my attention, but he should know by now I'm never willing to talk to him.

"Dem."

"What?", I snap.

"Why were you late for school today?" He speaks with a hint of anger coming from his voice.

"Why the hell do you care?",I say

I'm trying to play calm but I can't forget what they do to me and my sisters.

"Because I am your father.", he answers, as if it's the most obvious answer.

"Ya, well fathers care about there kids unlike you!",I reply.

"Will you two just set the table!", Mom asks.

Why should I, when I make food and set the table, you're smashing dishes and screaming at each other. Well lets see were this goes, if they are trying to make me forgive them, it's not happening in a million years.

I have no clue where this is going but I choose to figure out.

Both of them set the table, I don't know what to do and there is no way I'm helping them.I figure out I'll clean my sisters' toys in mean time.

"Dem , Em, Kel, the table's ready lets go!", My Mom screams.

Wait did she just call us to eat? What the hell is going on? I know both of them are up to something. I think I need to stop thinking and see for my self.

I carry my sisters to the table and I find the table all set.

"Wow so famliy type.",I mumble rolling my eyes.

"Ya we haven't had one in a long time.",Mom states. As if I didn't know.

If you two were sober and not at stupid clubs and wouldn't break every glass and scare the shit out of me and my sisters, we could have had one everyday.

The food is white chicken with rice and meatballs. My Mom rambles on about her work and Dad adds shit about his work, I'm so bored outtta my mind.

Wow I think this is the first time Mom and Dad have gotten along for the longest. If it goes on like this with both of them rambling on, I'm totally fine with it.

One specific sentence catches my attention.

"When we move to Canada we will have a great job."

"What we're moving?", I ask in astonishment.