The New Girl

I Want To Be More Than Just Content

"Why do you let that damn girl talk to you the way she does? You've let her run wild for far too long. Did you see the way she disrespected me the other day? Do you understand the will it took for me to not slap her ass across the face!" I heard my father snap.

"Clap" I heard

" You will not lay a single hand on my child unless you want me to kill you myself instead of that damn McKinley girl having somebody do it. She disrespected you, not because I let her run wild. Which is not true but because you deserved it. She owes no respect to you. You have never been a father to her and you know damn well it's true" my mother snapped back.

I was awoken out of my sleep by their constant yelling but I did nothing but sit with my ear pressed against my door so that I could hear them better. They weren't too far away from me so I don't really know how they figured that I wouldn't be able to hear them. They're basically yelling at the top of their lungs.

"Don't even try that bullshit on me, Anna, you know just as well as I do that neither I nor you did anything good for that child. You may have gotten custody of her but you aren't any better than I am. At least I didn't depend on the help of a 14 year old girl to help me grieve with the loss of my son. I handled it like a man." He spat harshly

"Clap" I heard once more.

I heard my father grumble something incoherent under his breath and then my mother spoke once more.

" Oh bullshit Fred, you are a lot of things but a man is not one of them. You're just a weak piece of shit who couldn't face reality so he did nothing but sleep with skanks off the street and sniff drugs to ensure that he never had to face what was really going on. Our son is dead goddammit! Our fucking son is gone! The one that we made together. Me and you. And for what! For some damn recognition? Over some fucking contract? What was it Fred because to this day I can not understand for the life of me how it got that bad. And you know what, maybe I did depend on my daughter to get me through but at least I had the balls to stick around. At least I didn't give up on my family and walk away as if it never meant anything to me. I stayed and maybe, just maybe, your child up those stairs would have at least an ounce of respect for you if you would've stayed too. You don't know half of the shit that we've been through since you've left and you know what, you never will. So don't you dare come walking into my house acting like your shit don't stink because I can tell you right now Fred. It smells awfully bad. You don't dictate a damn thing around here and you will not disrespect me ever again. Now, if you wish to discuss how the fuck we're going to keep our child safe then I am all ears but if not you can get the hell out of my house." My mother spat venomously

Every single word that escaped from my mother's mouth was laced with a mixture of emotions that I could tell she had been holding back for a while and for the 3rd time this week I felt as if tears might have fallen out of my eyes but that sadness inside of me soon turned into anger and that was when I realized that anger seemed to be a common feeling with me. It was a feeling that no matter how hard I tried to get rid of, I couldn't. It would just keep coming back.

" I'll see you in the morning, Laney. It's too early for this shit " my father grumbled angrily.

" If we're going to come up with a plan we're doing it now. Like I said before, if you're not trying to help me keep our daughter safe then you can get the hell out of my house and I mean now. Not tomorrow morning, not in a couple of hours, not when you feel like being bothered. Now " she said calmly

"It's 3 in the damn morning for fuck's sake. If you really want to keep Zion safe then you need to go to sleep because you're not thinking clearly and neither am I. You need time to cool off and I do too. We'll talk in the morning about this "