The Hooded Figure

TWENTY NINE

One of my favourite movie soundtrack songs (it's classical beware)^^

"Don't 'language' me! What the hell are you doing!" I cried, slamming the door behind me and stomping into the house angrily.

"It's not what it looks like," my father stated sheepishly, a small smile on his face probably meant to be calming though it only seemed taunting at the moment.

"Oh? So you're not undressing a woman other than my mother and your wife? Or did you forget about her?" I exclaimed, watching as the woman that had been against the wall scrambled to get the rest of her clothes back on. Thankfully, she was still wearing most of her clothes.

"It's not improbable," I heard him mutter under his breath.

"You do not get to use sarcasm right now! Mom works her ass off because you work a dead-end job and she's trying to support her family." I was seething; absolutely livid.

"And why aren't you at school?" He accused, looking somewhat aggravated himself. The girl scurried past me but I hardly noticed her through my rage. Dad's shirt was unbuttoned, but aside from that he was entirely clothed.

"You don't get to change the subject either! Who cares? The point is, you got caught and you can't own up to it. Stop changing the subject, stop using sarcasm to defend yourself, and stop getting angry! You have no right to be angry right now! Do you have any idea what you've just done to this family? To me?" I stepped out of the little hallway that lead to the door and towards him slightly. I was vaguely afraid I'd end up punching him, but I wasn't all that concerned at the moment.

"I'll do what I want. I'm the man of this house!" He roared loudly. Him yelling actually set me off kilter for a moment before I got back on the roll that I was on.

"So that's what this is? An inferiority complex? What a fucking joke! Is it the fact that mom's an accomplished woman who is in fact, the woman of the house? That you can't provide for your own family and need someone else to make you feel like a man? Well, congratulations! I hope you feel like a fucking man," I sneered, turning away from him and storming up the stairs, pulling out my phone, ready to call mom.

"Amy Carters! Get back here!" My father shouted from the bottom of the stairs, though he didn't come after me. I ignored him and hurried into my room, shutting the door behind me. I looked around quickly, trying to find something heavy. I paused and eyes my dresser. I pushed it in front of my door so that he couldn't get in, even if he tried.

I dialled my mom's phone number and brought the phone to my ear, tapping my foot impatiently. I waited as it rang, only to be sent to voicemail. I heard my dad's footsteps outside of my door before he said, "Not everything is so complicated Amy, you've got it all wrong."

I ignored him still and waited for the beep. Once I heard it, I went off. "Mom, I know you're working at the hospital, but there's something I need to tell you. I don't know how to say this but-" I paused, wondering what I was doing. I couldn't tell my mother; well, not over voicemail anyway. I'd tell her in person. The last thing she needed was more on her mind than whatever work she was doing. "I-uh-I got a job! Yeah, that's all I wanted to say. Love you, bye!" I hung up, facepalming myself as I remembered that I'd already told her about getting a job at Marco's Pizza. Speaking of which, I had a shift tonight that I was kind of excited for. Mostly because I thought Asher would be there and because I liked his company.

I mentally scolded myself for thinking of such simple things when such 'complicated' things were happening, as my father so delicately put it. I decided that blocking the door was a little exaggerated and moved it back to its original place. I sighed and flopped onto my bed, exasperated by the day's events.

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I awoke to my mother leaning over me, her blonde wisps brushing against my face. "Mom?" I asked, thinking I was dreaming. I rolled over and looked at the clock.

2:56PM.

I was so confused, I had no idea what she was doing home. After all, she was never at home. Much less at 2:56 in the afternoon.

"Hey Amy," she replied softly.

"I have to tell you something, it's about dad," I explained, frowning up at her. She rubbed my forehead with her thumb and smiled down at me.

"I know," she answered, surprising me.

"What do you mean, 'you know'?" I questioned, propping myself up on my elbows. She looked at me sadly, her brown eyes troubled.

"I know about dad and the other woman," she clarified, watching as my expression morphed into one of confusion. A moment later, my dad came in, sitting beside her. They held hands and looked at each other like I hadn't seen them look at each other in a long time.

"What?" I asked confusedly, unsure as to what was happening at the moment.

"Amy, there's something we need to tell you," my dad stated, also looking troubled. My mom's blonde hair was in a bun and she was still wearing her nurse attire, leading me to believe that she'd come straight from work.

"Okay..." I trailed off, looking between them suspiciously. I watched as my mom placed a hand on my dad's. They both looked incredibly nervous, probably concerning what they were about to tell me. I tried to stay calm, though so many possibilities were running through my mind.

"Are you guys getting a divorce?" I blurted, not meaning to quite so bluntly. They didn't quite laugh, they just smiled at me with a hint of laughter in their eyes.

"No, of course not, however, like your father said, there's something we need to say," my mom told me, taking a deep breath.

"Amy, your mother and I are polyamorous and have been for a long time now," my dad revealed, making my jaw drop.

Out of all the suggestions that invaded my thoughts, that was definitely not one of them.