𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊

2• Matthew

MATTHEW:
"WAKE UP, ASSHOLE!" my father screamed.
"why should i wake up? life sucks, i suck! let me stay under this fucking sheet." i mumbled.
"Matthew, we're not gonna pay your bills for the rest of your life, so get out of this bed! you have school today." my mother said, throwing a pillow at me.
fuck! well, first day as a senior, finally! i can't wait until high school is over, people say you make a lot of friends in this time. well that's a big lie! i mean, unless if you're a football player or a cheerleader!
"have you already eaten breakfast?" my mother asked.
"who cares if he ate or not?" my father replied, with a angry face.
"i care! you should care too! that's your fucking son!" my mother said.
"the only thing i care right is that business are going down and down! we're loosing money! how am i supposed to keep your luxurious life if you don't let me focus on what's important?" he screamed.
me and my mom stared at each other with weird faces, we really didn't have a reaction.
"dear, you better get going." my mom said.
"okay." i answered, turning around and going to the front door.
when i entered the elevator, i could still hear some words my parents were screaming.
"isn't your son a priority?" my mom asked.
"come on, Julie! we both know Matthew was an accident." he screamed back.
my father was right, they didn't mean to make me 18 years ago. i'm a fucking accident!