Foreign Love

VI - Hell

Chapter six: Hell

It's torture day and I woke up feeling like shit.

I don't know why I was so tired: I'm usually not like that on weekends, especially in the morning, I'm a morning person, but that day I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I guess I didn't have a good night of sleep because I was too worried thinking about how I'd have to look at Bruce's face and hear his homophobic speeches for yet another year.

But today I don't feel like standing them. I'll cut him off when he starts: both him and his daughter. He also has a son, but he hardly ever shows up at any family events, so I don't have to worry about him. Besides, as far as I know, he's nice.

The sound of knocking on my door dragged me out of my thoughts.

"Come in!" I said.

Mom opened the door.

"Hey, Tom. Have you picked your clothes to go to Jon's birthday today?" She asked, entering the room.

"No"

"Well, just know that is already past 10 and we are leaving at 11:30."

"TEN?" I said, surprised. She nodded. I sat up and reached for my phone. 10:15. How could I have slept so much and still feel so exhausted?

"Yes, if I were you I'd start getting ready." She opened the door again. "How'd you sleep, by the way?" She said before closing it.

"Terribly," I answered, hoping her answer would be a then stay home and rest a little more. As if.

"Well, I hope you're recovered by the time we leave for your uncle's." Expected. She closed the door behind her.

"Thank you very much for asking, mom," I said after she left.

I grabbed my phone once again, now wishing to find any messages or news, but there was nothing. Literally nothing. Not even a good morning from my friends. It's 10:15 and the day is this boring already; Imagine once I get to hell.

I sighed and got up.

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Dad parked in front of Jon's house.

"Tom, you behave well today, ok?" She said as we walked to the door

"When have I misbehaved at Jon's, Mom?" I asked. She motioned to answer, but I interrupted her. "No need."

"I'm glad we're understood," she said as we stood before their door.

My mother rang the bell and we waited for someone to answer it. I heard the sound of keys moving and my aunt, Sonya, opened the door.

"Hello, my dears!" She said, hugging my mother. "How have you been, Janet? You look younger each day that passes."

"It's just your eyes, sister."

They get along really well. They have been best friends since Sonya married Jon, over ten years ago. They never had that typical sisters-in-law relationship that I've always heard about, they treated each other like blood sisters and I honestly think that's adorable. My mother walked in, so it was my turn.

"And this boy over here!" She said, opening her arms to hug me. As you may have noticed, she loves hugging. "Oh my God, you've already passed my height!". It honestly wasn't that hard to do; she's just 158 cm. "Stop growing." I chuckled.

"I'll try my best, auntie." I entered the house.

"Oh, hi, Joseph," she said, coldly. I don't know why, but she doesn't like my father. I guess it's been so since he broke a glass in their house, like, 4 birthdays ago.