Sex and the Treaty

No secrets anymore.

Stacy's perspective:

Seating in different parts of the living room, letting silence do all the talking which was required to explain the devastating situation we were in, was so not helping. I was shocked to even let tears flow down as my emotion. My face was rigid and pale, my mind was trying to connect the dots about where, when and how everything went tumbling down. How there were five people in this time of the house and how all five knew each other so very well. 

The sight of Atticus holding his head and sitting on the couch, like something terrible, unexplainable had happened. I was standing right beside him, leaning onto the shelf of antiques we had. I wanted to sit beside and calm him down, at least get him out of shock. But how could I handle his disturbance when I myself was blown up?

Mum was continuously flipping through the bottles of alcohol. I saw her seated on the chair, against the dining table. Next to her there was already an empty bottle and in her hand the third bottle was almost sulking empty. Her eyes were the worst to even match. I couldn't look at them but somewhere I felt the confrontation in me was just going to blast up. Like everything will be exposed to thin air.

Finally, there would be no secrets anymore.

Opposite to the couch Atticus sat, Chris was sobbing. His tears not evident but his small sounds of taking short straight breaths were. His palms had completely closed his face, hiding from embarrassment maybe, so I couldn't make out what he really wanted to convey. I expected all of this to come out. And I knew that day won't be very kind, but I didn't expect it this way.

Somehow, I wasn't so hurt. I had already picked up my shit and I was ready for this to come out. I was ready to face the reality and it didn't matter anymore to me of people's problems. I had my own now. And I was doing great by dealing with them, slow but alone. 

Even though this night had events which didn't turn out to be good, I knew for a fact that I would be fine. I would be cool and not affected by these. So I had to help Atticus out. I had to console and comfort upon seeing how these things are affecting him. 

"Okay, I'm outta this mess." Olivia called out as she came dressed from the guest room.

Olivia Decker, Atticus's mother and Chris's ex-wife. Olivia was a runaway bride after Atticus turned maybe five or seven, I have no clue. She cheated on Chris and they had a huge row. Olivia blurted out that the boundaries of marriage and the custom of abiding to the rules wasn't her cup of tea. She just took off finding new and young cocks for herself. And there, Atticus was left all alone without his mother. 

I've never seen him complain about not feeling her presence. He never mentioned her, nor did he even keep her picture. He never insisted about meeting her again. Maybe this was the first time ever, that I've seen him so dull, hurt and so much in pain. His expression clearly didn't rejoice the happiness of seeing her. He thought she betrayed him. 

Well, she didn't have any intentions of seeing her son either. She just minded her own business and that was fucking her ex-husband. I felt disgusted the moment I saw the scene. I felt, on some levels, Atticus and I do share the same heavy feeling of shame. In regards to our parents, today my mom embarrassed me and now both his parents did the same to him. 

Haven't we embarrassed each other enough already? With our stupid mind games and ego satisfaction competes?  

"You're out? " Atticus lifted his head towards his mother, who currently was buckling up her heels. "Forgive me if I misheard it, but did you just say you're out?" He scowled getting to his feet.

His eyes gazing her up and down, his eyebrows portraying a feeling of disgust and his lips pursed to stop anymore foul words to her. 

"I certainly haven't given birth to a deaf son, so ya. I said I'm out." Olivia sighed rolling her eyes.