Selfish

FOURTH CHAPTER

"You look like shit." Nathaniel comments, saying it to Timothy who was sipping on juice.

We were sitting down for breakfast. The occasional; eggs, bacon, orange juice, and protein shakes that Sam drinks. I scolded him before on how he was too young to drink the stuff, but I decided to let him be in the end. I still hadn't talked properly with Timothy since last night. All I've talked back to him were incoherent words of yes and no.

"Rough night," Timothy tells Sam who makes a cringed face in return.

"I didn't need to know that." He still kept his reaction as he sipped on his health juice.

"Hurry up and finish your food, Samuel. We need to leave in 20 minutes tops." I remind him and he responds with a nod. He starts eating quicker and downs his shake in one take. He did that all under a minute.

"Done." He smiles sheepishly.

I roll my eyes as Timothy makes a low chuckle, "I didn't mean eat your food like an animal. I know you tend to throw up whenever you eat too fast or too much."

He averted his eyes in annoyance, "I'm fine, dad..." He groaned.

I point my finger at him and narrow my eyes. He immediately zips his mouth and excuses himself to quickly brisk to his room. I roll my eyes as soon as he was out of view and sighed. I massage my temples while I can hear Timothy's chair shriek.

"Let me clean that up for you." He offers and I only give him a nod in return. Even though we never said it, we both knew that I was back to being cold towards him until God knows how long or maybe if that bitch Kaitlin-I can't even remember her name anymore- decides to shoot herself, hopefully. Maybe it's time for a divorce? It's said that marriages in the U.S.A only last 8 years.

He clears his throat and picks up our plate then walks toward the sink. I let out a deep breath involuntarily and it immediately made me think the air around us became thicker. Like honey being poured on me and the only thing I can wipe myself with is hair and cotton balls. Eventually, I found myself preparing my bag for work when I heard Sam going down the small stair we had. It was 5 steps but we still bragged about how we had a second floor.

"I'm ready!" He exclaims, walking to, and waiting by the front door.

I finish preparing and we walk outside to our car. We get inside and I immediately start the engine and drove off towards school where I work and Sam lives his highschool life at.

Sam clears his throat after some peaceful silence, "So, um, where's your ring?" He asks.

My eyes widen and I quickly check my left hand for my wedding ring. Fortunately, I knew where it was but forgot to put it back on.

"I left it on my vanity. I forgot to put it back on, shit." I cursed under my breath. "You could've reminded me before we left."

"Oh..." Sam says, "Right. Yeah, sorry."

I slightly shake my head then remember if Timothy had worn his. I look back at Sam as we pull up to a red light, "Did you notice if your father had worn his?"

He averted his eyes to think. There was a short moment of him making a low, deep 'hmmm' before he responded, "I haven't. No."

Confused, I knit my brows and ask, "Do you mean he didn't wear it or you really haven't noticed?"

"Dad, I didn't notice..." He groans.

"Okay." I hummed to which he tensed. He always said whenever I acted like "that", it usually meant I was pissed off and didn't want to say it.