Hold on a second, lets start this off with a quick reminder. This isn't going to be one of those girly books about love and crap. I mean I can't be in love. No, I'm not in love. Bleh what ever lets just continue with the rest of my day.
I rescheduled the appointment for next Tuesday. The thought of my father quickly left my mind. It was that girl who was taking over my thoughts. I've never seen her in this school before. Maybe she's a new kid? Thats probably it.
I'm out of school and I'm walking home. I'm like three houses away from my apartment when I remember about Peter. Shit, mom's working and Peter and I are going to be the only people there.
"He's going to kill me" I said to myself.
I walk up the stairs all the way up to the third floor
I have to get her out of my head. Just go on with your day normally. I can do this.
I walk through the door and of course I see Peter's lazy ass on the couch watching tv. I really hope he doesn't say anything.
"Hey, idiot! Your mother isn't home and I'm hungry, go make me something to eat."
I ignore him and keep walking. Why isn't he saying anything about yesterday? why isn't he beating me into a pulp? Heh, I guess I'm lucky. I start heading towards my room when I hear Peter get up. I turn around and I see him marching towards me.
" I said go make me food, Luke. I will NOT ask again." He starts to yell a little. "I will not deal with any of your shit today, you little fuck, now go make me food."
Uh oh, I think some word vomit might come up. Word vomit is basically saying something you don't want to but you can't control yourself enough to stop it. And here it comes..
" Shut up you prick, just because my mom isn't here to do shit for you doesn't mean I will. Why don't you stop being such a lazy ass and get up so you can make your own food. As a matter of fact why don't you get up and find yourself a job, instead of making my mom work, you poor excuse of a man."
What the hell did I just say....I'm done for. But still, telling Peter all that made me feel good. Made me think that I was tougher and stronger, like no one could ever hurt me. That lasted for a second because after that second Peter grabbed me and slammed me to the wall. So much for feeling big and tough.
"Listen you little shit, you got lucky that I didn't kill you for what you did last time." Peter said, while holding on my shirt, "Next time you disrespect me like this I will end you and your mother."
Peter pushes me off to the side and goes into his room.
" Yeah that's right, run you little bitch." I whisper to myself, pretending that I won.
Then I hear him come out of his room. He looks at me in the eye. Oh shit.
"What did you say!?"
"Nothing! " I quickly respond.
"Thought so." Peter goes back into his room.
"Man, I've got to learn how to whisper." I tell myself.
Well I guess this is a good start. Can you believe it? Today is actually a good day. I guess now I have to wait till mom gets home. It's 5:30 and mom should be home in an hour. I guess I should take a nap.
