Michael

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My voice was hoarse and inaudible. After the fight with my dad I went to my room and punched a few holes in the wall.

How dare he think that I cant take care of this house. As much as I sit in here.....I know how to take care of a house. that's just unnecessary. Lyla isn't even coming or she's late as fuck.

I guess he believed me when I said that I didnt need her. That argument was the first time I ever gave him any attitude.  I dont feel bad about it. Shit he deserved it. but I didn't feel good either.

I needed some real advice. so I called my homie from high school.  He was there the whole time. Chis has seen everything, knows everything. But he doesnt judge me. Basically he's the best.

''hey'' chris said. His voice was stale and rigged from sleep.

''Whats good man?''

''nothing, in bed'' he responded.

''Yeah well i need some man-to-man advice"

 he siged heavly ''How many times do i have to tell you this mikey? Herpes looks like little bumps around your mouth or penis-'

''NO not that type of man-to-man advice''

Michael flushed a deep red as memories flooded in his head.

''Oh sorry'' 

''your good'' 

'' keep talking im all ears ", i could literally hear him smirking on the other end of the phone. I smiled too he has ungodly huge ears.

''Its my dad we have'nt spoken in god knows how long. And now that he's talkin to me he expects me to fall at his knees and pour out what i have been doing these past what? Six months. it pisses me off bruhh''.

''I feel like he left me ......'' michael trailed off as his eyes started to water. 

'' he left you?'' chris asked 

''No and yes. He does his regular stuff like take me to school and feed me. But now that im done with school and can use the microwave and dont need him on my back its like he left my back for ever.''

''your just now learning to use the microwave?'' chris was cracking up.

''REALLY You didnt hear anything but the microwave part.'' Asshole michael said underneath his breath.

''Look im sorry how bout i come to your house and we can talk-''

''No im coming to your house, im getting the hell out of here." 

I grabbed my bag and ran out the house like my life depended on it.

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