"What on earth have you done? Take that out, NOW!" These are the words of a disappointed step-father who finds out you got a facial piercing. Ears fine. Everyone gets there ear done, but something like a lol, nose or eyebrow piercing is too much.
"Why? That would be a waste of your money." I place his wallet down on the coffee table will a slight grin as his eyes are still gazing through my soul. I place my hand on my hip and sarcastically lick my brand new, swelling lip piercing. He's not making me take it out, I never listen anyway.
"Wait till you mother sees this!" He pulls out his phone and starts typing with small pauses. In those few seconds he's probably trying to figure out how to spell my name. I really want to scream at him. Illiterate prick! If I said most of the things I thought, I'd be dead a long, long time ago. Instead I let out a huge sigh and tilt my head.
This is my way of saying: Fuck you, you dirty little grease bag. Go back to the hole my mum found you in and slowly die. Please. You’re pissing me off. Seriously.
"Go ahead. She won’t make do anything." What I mean is she will do everything in her power to make me take it out, probably even attempt to pull it out herself. I'm meant to be her perfect son with no tattoos, piercing, long hair or nothing. Well, sorry, it's my 'Experimental phase'. I give him the same stare he's giving me. He has that face you could just punch. Ridiculously good jawline with a black stubble and bushy moustache, brown eyes, long ass nose and the basic hair with the fringe flicked backwards.
As he stands there figuring out what to type next with the sounds of the backspace being clicked more than any other letter - is he still struggling to spell my name - I lounge on the sofa flicking through TV channels. Then I hear the send button. Shit. "There you go you little brat, she is going to kill you." Still want to punch him. I shrug my shoulders and carry on flicking through.
I don’t see my mother's problem with what I look like. Yeah I have colours in my hair that aren't natural and I listen to heavy metal instead of mainstream music. I want to be me. She always used to say that I should do something, anything because I was the quiet little kid who would sit inside and do nothing. I guess this isn’t what she really expected but it is what she gets. My real dad would love it. He isn’t here anymore.
My step sister walks through the front door, drops her school bag on the floor and pushes my legs out of the way to sit down. "Remove yourself before I slap you." She has OCD. Especially when it comes to people putting their feet on the sofa. I do it to piss her off, fun. Her eyebrows lift and her mouth gapes open. "Woah, that looks dope. Mums going to kill you, I hope your realise this." I hear step-dick snigger in the background.
"She'll have to get used to it. It's staying." I shout at her trying to look at the TV.
"Did it hurt?" She replies, pretending to look interested.
"About as much as the ear."
"Pffft. I bet you cried." Can I punch her too? I stay quiet, continuing to flick through channels until I find the one I wanted. Jeremy Kyle. I love seeing other people's failure. I over seeing some of the bastards lie directly to someone's face and then the lie director says otherwise, but they still deny it. I guess it shows that some people have it a lot worse.
"What's for tea, Dad?" She asks step-dick.
"Whatever you want, Cheryl." Cheryl is my step-dads actual daughter. She was always a pain in the neck. When mum married Mark - My step-dick- she was seven, I was eleven. Somehow she gets more annoying over the years. You think someone can't get any worse, but they do. I've known her six years, been her 'brother' for four of those. The most annoying part of her is that she is mainstream, like over the top. Following every new trend, listening to the new music and going the way that everyone does. Basic. I hate basic.
