I've been told that i should keep on writting my life's an oxymoron and lots of you, well like it so heres chapter 2, chaptre three will be here shortly..
2- My thing closest to home
2- My thing closest to home
I walked in the rain with the noises of squishing from my
feet every time i took a step squish squish squish. I squinted my eyes to keep the raindrops rolling down my face out of them. My back pack was fairly heavy and sure all my schoolwork is soaked. Im almost home now, i can see the house from here. Bright and Blue and glowing, even when
its raining its iluminous. Giant red roses in the front yard that seem to not even be phased by the strong winds, a
beautiful white picket fence and stone pathway leading to the door. I like hopping on each stone to get to the door,
seeing how many i can skip without touching the ground. Finally im home. I reach in my pocket for my keys. Take
them out and stick them in the keyhole.. for some reason though it wont open the door. I look at the keys and see something
strange. "Why is this key pink?" i said to myself. Why is it.. i remember when my stuff fell all over, mabey i grabbed kana's keys instead of mine.. but how did i grab her keys anyway? oh well, doesn't matter now. I walk around looking
for an opening or window i should call it. One thats unlocked. I find one thats open, but its my parents room which under
ANY circumstances.. "YOURE NOT ALLOUD!" , Ben is an a*****e.. he's also my step dad. Go figure. My mom married
him last month, and we've never gotten along since, and i aim to keep it that way. He's a bully, just like Steven. Well, screw
him, screw Steven, and screw hiss room rules. This is MY house. With that i proceed to open the window, its kinda high but i can
pull myself up. I crawled through the window and fell flat ot the floor. Neerly knocking the wind out of me. I quickly got back up and opened the door to get out "Ben's" room. Problem number one, ben is walking straight down the hall towards me, luckily he didnt see me. He's got his eyes on a dirty magazine. Oh god, bad mental images.. I ran behind the bed and hid. I might be stuck here for ever.. Luckily my mom came home. "BEN! i got groceries!", "then make me food you little.." he stopped there.. then he got up and walked into the kitchen. I ran out from behind the bed and snuck out. PHEW!, bad news is i got to see Ben tonguing my mom and grabbing her a**. DISGUSTING.. i just shook my head and walked into my room then slammed the door, loud enough so theyd hear. My room is pretty dingy but not completely unbearable. I got some clothes lying around and a tv and computer, xbox and a single bed. Its kinda dark too. Immediately i change into different clothes, i was still soaking wet from head to toe. Nice to be in comfy clothes now. just laying on my bed relaxing. Until.. BOOM!! Ben slams open my door ..it never ends.. "Aaron i need to have a little talk with you, man to man." psh like you know the first thing about being one.. every time i encounter ben i have to call him sir, which is a sign of respect so i just dont talk at all instead i nodd my head occasionally.. he closes the door and sits on the edge of my bed. "i know its been rough for you and your mother al these years, adopting to a new father" and he thinks he can replace him, hes not even half the father my real dad was.. he died in a car accident when i was six, i had a broken arm and my mother had some injuries, but he died from loss of blood. "Youve been taking real good care of your mom im sure now, but now you have to understand you arent the only man in te house" you arent a man you worthless piece of... i nodd. "Youre mother and i have something special and im your new father, and youre going to have to just deal with that. Suck it up and deal with it" what a... i nodd again hidding the complete anger towards him festering inside me. "Oh and take these" ha hands me a pair of earplugs.. i stare at them with curiousness as to what i need them for "Things get pretty rough around here at night" he grins at me showing his yellow teeth. I could smell his alchohol ridden breath. He walks out my room and says before closing the door "glad we've had this talk, son" ...many things i am, youre servent, a resident in the house, the spawn of the woman youre tonguing. but i am NOT your son.. I lay there, its almost 7 and im tired as a fat man that just ran 5 feet, or bill. I turn to lay on my left side, staring at the wall. Slide my hand under the pillow im laying my head on and pull out a picture of Kent, my father. The best dad you could ask for. I never stop looking at his picture, its what i got left of him. He told me once that when he goes to heaven, he can have his special recliner chair he called the kings thrown, that is now inhabited by Bill, the troll who says im not alloud to touch it. I wish he was here now, he'd fix everything. "I'm your son.." i whisper holding the picture close to me and slowly falling asleep.
