Bill, my stepdad, arrives home. He drops all of his things, as if expecting someone else, and we all know who that is, to put them away for him.
What a lazy ass.
I despise him.
"Claire! Where the hell is my dinner!"
As soon as I appear and point to the table, Bill smirks in a smirk that I wish I could love, but because of his choices and the way he treats me, sadly, there is no way that I'd ever be able to love or forgive someone like him.
"Well, go on, Claire. Make a plate for yourself." As if I wasn't already planning on doing that. "I'll wait for you. Grab me a beer, would you?"
I grab Bill a beer and quickly make myself a plate.
It's Sunday, so Bill says grace. Afterwards, I imediatly eat the salad like a hog.
Bill stabs his lettuce with his fork and puts it in his mouth.
He looks at me as soon as the food goes into his mouth.
He quickly grabs the nearest napkin, and spits it out.
"Claire! What the hell! This taste like shit! You could've spent more time on this!"
My eyes begin to water. We all know what will happen next. At least, I do. If you couldn't think of what happens next judging by whatever I've been telling you, then keep reading. If you do already know and feel like that's all that will happen in my story, you're wrong, so I highly suggest you keep reading.
