Living Nightmare

Chapter Two

Chapter two

After the last bell rang, i decided to drop work for today and go straight home. Well... What I called home.

When I opened the door, the shouting had already started.

Paul, my foster father and May, my foster mother, were doing what they called 'opening to each other so that they always stayed a Healthy family' discussion. You could also call that a fight. Flower pots being thrown at Paul who cursed his ass off like some sailors.

I was usually at work when they did that, i would have been taking coffees to people but today was a specially shitty day and i was not much in the mood.

I dived as quickly as possible for the stairs and went to my room.

Possibly you may be a little confused right now. So let me explain.
Two years ago, both my parents, my real parents dies in a car accident.
As none of my relatives wanted to take me, I was sent to foster care.
After two weeks i ended up with the Connors family. Paul Connors, the father who had numberous affairs at his work, May Connors, the mom, house wife, and Lindsey Conners, the daughter who did not even bother coming back home after a night's party. I would frankly not surprise me if she came home pregnant. I mostly SURPRISED me she was still not.
The only member that i seemed to like and that seemed to like me back was the family's dog Rig.

I opened the white door to my room and threw myself on my bed and covered my face with my hands. I closed my eyes. I had not been sleeping well these days... Actually, ever since my real parents death, i never really slept well.
Not that I was having nightmares, i would have prefered nightmares. Whenever I closed my eyes to sleep, it seemed as if, when i woke up, that it all happened like a blur. No dreams, just like the flicker of fingers. Like if i did not sleep at all.

Suddenly i felt something hop on my bed I felt a wet smooth thing pass over my hands. I looked through my fingers and saw that it was Rig.
I removed my hands from my face to pat him on his head. I straightened myself in a sitting position and he placed his head on my lap.

Maybe we stayed like that for minutes, maybe even hours, i could not really tell.

Finally i decided to do my home works. I sat at my table and started my French works.