Our Place

One

     Point of View of Violet Fern

    I silently sit on my bed reading a book, waiting for my mom to call me down stairs for breakfast. I look at my clock and see that the time is 6:45 in the morning. I look down at my book again..

 'Waiting, Waiting, Waiti- '

"Violet! Breakfast is ready!"
I quickly put my bookmark in my book, with the book in my hand I get up from my bed and walk over to my door. I open my backpack which is on my doorknob, I put my book in it for later. I zip my backpack and grabbing it, I open my door and walk down the hallway. I walk into the kitchen, the sweet aroma of delicious food reaches my nose, causing me to hum with satisfaction.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask, causing my mom to jump at my sudden question, whipping her head around to face me. 

"Oh! You scared me Violet!" She laughs. "French Toast and Eggs." She turns around and hums a sweet melody. 

I head over to the dining room, hanging my backpack on the back of my seat. I pull it out and sit down, waiting for my Mom to serve the food.
She comes out with two plates, knifes, and forks. She sets one plate in front of me and the other in front of the seat she'd soon sit in. She heads back to the kitchen, I watch she her sway back in forth, then lightly smile at her silly behavior. I look down at my plate drool at the sight. "Yum." I hum to myself. My mom comes back with butter, powdered sugar, and last but not least syrup. She sets the remaining things down and finally sits down in her seat.

"You know, Vi. You didn't have to wait for me." My mom says while she applies butter to her toast, then looks up me, with those soft eyes of hers.
"That wouldn't be polite.." I say calmly. 

She sighs "I suppose you're right." She says, with a small smile. I start to add the butter, powdered sugar, and syrup to my french toast. I then dig in, enjoying every bite. 

Point of View of Skylar Jones

I wake up to my parents arguing, I lazily sit up on my bed, then violently rip the sheets off me. I silently walk to my parents closed door and knock a bit roughly, almost slamming, on the door.
 
  "What!" I hear a muffled yell from the other side of the door, the man I call my father.
"Hey?! What the fuck is going on in there, asshole?!" I yell, a little voice called me stupid for saying it. I watch the door swing open with so much force, it made me jump. I look up, my fear filled orbs meeting his rage filled ones.

"What the fuck did you say to me, Dyke?"

I flinch at his choice of words. My dad is an abusive alcoholic asshole. He doesn't love me, he doesn't accept me for being Lesbian, so he uses it as an insult towards me. He hurts my mom and does things to her that put her into a deep state of depression.

Feeling a bit confident, I put my finger on his chest and speak up.

"I said, What are you doing, Asshole." I repeat.
He grabs my hand and pins me against the hallway wall.

"I swear to fucking god, I will make you and your mom suffer. Talk to me like that again, i'll snap your wrist in half."

He threatens, applying pressure to my wrist to prove he was serious. I gulp then nod slowly, he chuckles.

"Great. Now, get to school I have some business to do with my lady." He says with a smirk, referring to my mom.

I almost gag at his comment. I look through their bedroom door and see my mom sitting on the bed, meeting my eyes with hers. Her beautiful blue orbs filled with tears.

I felt like crying.

I mouth an 'I'm sorry' to her after my dad releases me from being pinned to the wall.

I speed walk to my room and slam the door. I grab some jeans, along with a black t-shirt.

I peel off my pajamas then slip on my choice of clothing. I put my shoes on and walk to my closet to grab a sweater. I put it on and grab my backpack, then walk to my door opening it and walking out. I head for the front door and open it. Just wanting to leave the damned place.
I quickly walk down the path I usually go down to get to school. "Pinche Mamón." I whisper to myself.

                        To be continued...