Family Affairs

1

(Warning constant use of the f word and suicidal attempts)

Pulling into the driveway of my house.
I put my car into a park.

And grabbed my bookbag
And keys out the enigine today I had a half schedule
Which was good cause I was off work today
And could get my well needed nap.
And hang out with my brother later on when he gets home.

My list went on and on as I entered the house
Setting down my book bag I headed to the kitchen for a water bottle.

When something stopped me it was a constant creak coming from my parents room.
Probably that damn raccoon that's
Managed to sneak in our goddamn attic.

Slowly and quietly walking up the steps
The door was cracked a little and now not only creaks were heard but whimpers and groans.
Also I was just going to walk away but
My heart mind wouldn't let me as I slowly inches towards the door.
I pushed it open as my breath got caught in my throat and my hand slapped against my mouth suppressing the gasp that attempted to leave.

In my parents bed was my father being fucked into the bed by another man as he moaned wantonly in his ear he body wrapped around the equally but bigger dude.

As he cried out like some whore my fist tightened and tears spring my eyes as I stepped away from the door slowly.
My eyes getting redder by the second as I descended down the steps
And grabbing my keys.

I left the house not coming back home for hours Both my mom and that fucking faggot called me multiple times.
How could he do this to us his wife who he's been with since sophomore year
The one who was by his side through everything and gave him me and little brother.
Just to be fucked like a goddamn whore in his own home.

My anger surged and suppressed within me when I though about how my mother would take this news she would be broken.
The man she spent every waking breath with was a
Goddamn faggot.

Pulling into the driveway
I tuned off the engine and walked out my car up to the door the lights to the living room was on.

And I could hear light whispering

As I opened the front door to be met by my mother and That faggot
"Silas where the hell have you been!" My mother yelled

Hand clutching her chest
I just ignored her heading upstairs till that thing spoke.

"Don't walk away from your mother when she's speaking too you!" He yelled at me but I just scoffed
"And what gives you the fucking right to talk to me huh?" He looked shocked
But soon replaced by anger
"Don't talk to me like that have you lost your mind last time I thought I pay the bills I'm this house not you"

I ignored them once again my anger surging through me stomping up the steps I locked the door.
And stripped of my clothes plopping on my
Bed I was angry how could my mother not know the man she woke up next to everyday was a goddamn faggot.

It made me angry something I couldn't even speak.