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Her lips curved upwards, smiling more. “My mom had an old sewing machine with her on it.” She sniffled as more tears fell down her cheeks.
I used my knuckle to wipe some away, and she looked up with her big, blue eyes. Leaning in, she met me halfway as our lips brushed against each other and my phone rang, making us jump apart.
She looked away as I pulled it from my pocket to answer it. “Hello?”
“Henry.” My mother’s voice chilled my ear. “You, young man, are supposed to be at home.”
“I’ll be there in a few.”
“Now, Henry.” She ended the call.
It doesn’t matter what I’m doing. It doesn’t matter to her where I am. All that matters to her is that I am a perfect person when she has guests or decides she wants to show me off.
She makes me feel like a prized show pony.
“I, uh, gotta get going.” I moved my eyes around the room, looking anywhere but at her. “You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah.” Her head bobbed, and she avoided looking at me. “I’m gonna head back home.”
“Um, okay.” I descended through the opening. “Later.”
She kissed me back.
I jumped down and ran towards where I left my bike hidden, leaning against a tree. Hopping on, I peddled towards home wondering what mom had her panties in a bunch about now.
Usually no one noticed if I wasn’t home. As long as I showed up at the dinner table.
Maybe I should’ve invited her to come with? Is that what you do for someone who’s sad? I’ve never seen anyone cry like that.
My wheels flew over the ground and the moment I felt the path beneath my bike changed, I felt the frown creep across my face.
All I wanted was for my dad to stop drinking and my parents to stop fighting
But I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I followed the street around the curve, passing by Ethan’s place, which was a couple of houses away from me.
Making it to my driveway, I turned and peddled towards the garage, parking my bike against the wall before heading inside.
Running in through the back door, I slammed it behind me in time to hear my parents fighting.
Again.
“Have another drink, Thomas.” My mother growled. “That’ll help things.”
I screeched to a halt and waited for my dad’s response.
“Of course it does.” He yelled back at her. “It makes living in hell with you easier.”
“I. Told. You.Giveme the alimony I want and half of everything.” She motioned with her hand all around. “And I will more than happily leave.”
My dad threw his head back, barking out a laugh. “And I’m telling you, again, that you’re not getting shit from me.” His glass flew across the kitchen into the wall, shattering into tiny pieces.
“Dad?”
“Not now, Henry.” My mom snapped and pushed me back.
I slapped her arm away from me and went closer to my dad. “Dad?”
“Your mother is being unreasonable.” Dad dropped down in a chair. “I am sorry that you have to hear this.”
