Lamentable Fate

Initiation.

            I finally get home after an eight hour day at the shop. It wasn't too bad, not as I thought. I park my car at the end of our drive way and click the button to open the garage door.  I open my car door and start walking up to the house, then I hear it. "Can't you just listen for once!" Great, they are fighting again. "I always do! You never listen. So maybe if you stop yelling we can figure this out like adults!" My mom, Marissa, fights back. "Do not talk to me like that."

            "Like what? an equal. You do not have reign over me. We are married, we do things together!" Oh she used the word. "Together hm? When have you ever made a decision with me about the kids 'together'?" They keep shouting at each other, trying to calm one another down but it obviously isn't going to stop soon. I text my brother. 'Yo, come get me. Front door? Quietly?' If there is anyone who knows me, it's my brother. A second later the front door opens quietly. "Why did you want me to-" Then he hears the shouting. "Oh." I nod my head, "yeah." I walk in and he closes the door after me. "So what now?" I shrug my shoulders, "something about not listening and not doing things together I don't know." He nods his head, "it will stop soon." 

            "Yeah hopefully" He sighs, "try to stay positive." He walks to his room and shuts the door. "Easy for you to say, you shut yourself in a room all day, you can't hear them complaining about us." I take a abysmal sigh and plop on my bed. "I gotta get out of here. One more year." I grab my back pack and study for the exams coming up in school. Then my phone chimes. I look over, just a text from someone. "I'll answer that later whatever." I just don't like talking to them. Humans, of any kind. I sigh, "why do I think I have the energy to study right now?" My door swings open furiously, "get out. Living room now." Says Clark, he walks away and I roll my eyes. What is it now? I half jump half fall out of bed and proceed to walk to the destination to which I've been assigned so intrusively. I see my brother and he gives me the 'what is it?' look. I just shrug my shoulders. We both slowly stroll to the living room and they are there. On the couch, with the dog on Marissa's lap. They are facing each other on opposite sides of the room. What in the hell?  "Sit." Clark demands, "why are we here?" I ask, innocently. "Because I said so now sit your ass down." I sit and so does Mason, my brother. "Listen. We need your opinion on something," Marissa says very seriously. Mason is on the edge of his seat but I'm confused. First of all, I don't care. Second of all, why do we have to be the judge of their problems? Sure they did that to Mason and I when we were little, but we were little. They were teaching us right from wrong. These are adults, why do we need to justify who's right and wrong? "Are you listening Aiden?" I almost burst out but I stay quiet, "yeah. Sorry."

            "So, do we ever do things together? We make decisions together right?" Mason shifts his gaze to me, he doesn't know what to say, and I sure ain't gonna say shit back. "Well, and answer now. I already know the right answer so you better not lie."

            "Could you just let them decide, this is why we brought them here. There is no right or wrong answer, there is only their answer." Marissa raises her voice at Clark, that doesn't make him too happy. "I don't care, there is a right answer, and it's you make decisions without me!"

            "And so do you, but sometimes those decisions need to be made in that moment! And I get that, but blaming all of it on me is false!" This. This right here is going to end up badly. I sigh quietly and try to figure out a way out of this hell hole. They start to argue even more, Mason is sensitive, so he's getting heated as well. "You guys both don't make things together, you boss each other around. Maybe some middle ground would be good? Yelling isn't a way of starting it." Mason says calmly, for a first. "excuse me boy?" I hate it when Clark asserts Mason like that, "he's right y'know." I pitch in. "I don't care about what you have to say."