Chapter 2
“ I’m not going.” I furrowed my eyebrows before stabbing my oatmeal with my spoon.
“ It’s non-negotiable.” There is something funny about the word “non-negotiable” because in reality non-negotiable means that my choice is subordinate when compared to others. I looked at my brother for help but he gave me a sad smile before looking down.
“ Dad’s right, this one’s non-negotiable.” My brother was a good son, never questioning our fathers rules even when he truly wanted to. I envied that.
“ I’m fine.” I argued before stirring my oatmeal.
“ Edith.” I looked at my brother, and even though he only said my name it was obvious he was calling my bluff. That was the thing about me, my eyes could never lie like my words could.
“ Ray, I’m fine.” I said hiding my eyes
“ No, Edith, you're not.” I groaned before shoving a spoonful of oatmeal in my mouth.
“ Dad.” My father rubbed a hand over his face.
“ Edith, I’m not having this conversation with you.” He spoke before wiping his mouth with a napkin. “ You’re not eating, You’re not sleeping; these are clear signs of depression.”
“ I’m not depressed.” I grunted before pushing my oatmeal away.
“ And I’d be glad to hear that from Mr.Vens.” I brought my hands to my face.
“ He smells like cigarettes.” I complained, peeking through my fingers., but my dad simply smirked and Ray quietly laughed to himself.
I took my hands of my face,” Hello.”
No response.
“ Does anyone ever listen to me.”
No response.
“ Hey dad I’m going to go loose my virginity to Mr. Wilks down the street.”
No response
“ I’m pregnant.”
No response
“ Can I bring a friend.” And then, for some reason, they finally decided to look up.
“ A...friend.” Ray said quietly to himself.
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