Zeke’s P.O.V
The kitchen was a mess. Plates were broken and seem to be thrown at someone, since the broken plates were in the middle of the kitchen. Even the food was on the floor. What the hell happen?
I could hear some thumping noise coming from the living room and some people grunting. Oh please don’t tell me someone decided to have sex right after a funeral.
I cautiously made my way towards it and when I was at the doorway leading from the kitchen to the living-room I saw my uncle Drew being held back by Uncle Nate. He was struggling to keep him from getting at someone along with Aunt Emily she was trying to calm down aunt Storm. At the corner of my eye I could see some movement and I turn my head slightly towards the direction. Why the hell are they arguing?
It was like the sound system inside my head was shut off because all I heard was silence. Because there lying on the floor was grandma’s priceless heirlooms that were passed down from generation to generation. The things she cared dearly for.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” it was like something inside me finally snapped. I never shout at anyone and I especially don’t swear.
Everyone stop what they were doing and looked in my direction. Uncle Drew, aunt Storm and the cop’s husband and cop were staring at me wide eye. What the hell are they even fighting for? They don’t even know each other.
“Zeke, honey,” Aunt Storm she made her way around Aunt Emily and towards. She had her hands up like in a surrender kind of way.
“This was all little misunderstanding between the adults,” yeah right adults who were not a minute ago were trying to get at each other, “and we are going to settle this like adults.”
She announced the last part loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
“What the hell happen here?” Sage asked with curiosity. They all whipped their heads towards the backdoor to see the Sage and Lennox standing in front of the group that was outside.
“Sage!”
“Lennox!”
Both aunt Storm and Emily yelled out their sons and ran to give them hugs.
“Ok not that this isn’t weird or anything, but why the hell are you calling this kid “honey”?” he put air quotes on he said the honey part.
“Who?” asked Aunt Emily she was confused for a minute ‘til it dawned on her that he was referring to me, “I guess you were too young to remember your cousin.” Ya, think?
“Not that is a touching reunion and all but why in the hell are grandma’s priceless heirlooms broken and her living room trashed,” I said in a cold deadly voice I never knew I had.
It seemed as if time stop because everyone was quiet and still.
“Well,” I was getting impatient with all this quietness.
“The reason is that....” Uncle drew started.
“The reason is because they won’t let me talk to you,” the cop’s husband cut off Uncle Drew.
“Why?” was all I could ask because all I was focussing on was grandma’s priceless heirlooms broken in the kitchen and the living room? I bet they don’t even care about them. Great!
“Because I’m your father” just those simple five little words were enough to set off ticking time bomb. Well I wish my dad was here, but why now of all days why now? I did what all cowards would do, run.
I turn and ran past December, Danny and Archer, who had shocked faces from what was just said. I was out the door with my being yelled. I don’t where I’m going all I know is that I want to get away from a bad nightmare.
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Life is Complicated *BoyxBoy*
Novela Juvenil(Use to be called 'How Did My Life Get So Complicated?" but figured it was too long and decided to shorten it and give a different description than it was before). Zeke's life was that of a simple nerd who liked being in the background unnoticed an...
