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Teach him a lesson.
Just pee in the lemonade and have him drink it.
I stood in front of the fridge and stared at the pitcher for ten full minutes, fighting my thoughts.
As strong as I was, sometimes I couldn’t win against myself.
Fuck it.
He deserves it.
I filled a glass halfway with lemonade, then went to the bathroom. I set it down on the counter to pull down my pants, and after positioning myself backwards over the toilet, I held the glass between my legs and peed into the lemonade.
I grinned.
My pee matches the lemonade’s color.
God was I spiteful.
Vicious.
I was sick.
Once I was done, I headed down to the library where I found Dad sitting on the couch by himself. He was still mumbling, but when he noticed me, his voice trailed off.
“Caia. You should be asleep.”
I pursed my lips. “I’m not tired. I was hungry and ate the food Mom left for me, and then I heard you and thought I’d bring you a glass of lemonade.”
He watched me as he put the book aside. He sat up and sighed with a shake of his head. “I was hoping to get something else from you, Caia. An apology.”
I didn’t owe him shit.
If anything, it was him who needed to apologize for sending me to buy cheese in the pouring rain.
And for everything he said to me.
For every word that hurt me deeply, yet he brushed them off as if they were nothing.
He didn’t deserve an apology. He deserved to drink this lemonade and choke on it.
And die.
GOD! I WANT HIM DEAD!
My fingers gripped the glass tighter, and if I were strong enough, I could’ve broken it in my hand. Maybe if I got hurt by getting shards of glass in my hand, someone in this family would bother to care about me.
I hadn’t hurt myself in a while, but I knew nobody would care anyway. I wasn’t worth giving attention to. Never had been.
“This is my apology,” I told him, smiling sweetly. “I left it on the counter for a little while because I know how much you hate cold beverages because your teeth are so sensitive. It’s the perfect temperature.”
I took a step toward him and held the glass to him, waiting for him to take it.
He studied me carefully before reaching for the glass. “I don’t know where your mother and I went wrong in raising you, but I’m certain that most of the issues you have come from within. You’re different than your siblings, and maybe you should look inside your mind and understand yourself before you become difficult for us to handle.”
Everything he said should’ve hurt me. His words should’ve been enough to collapse and cry, but all he was doing was proof to me that I was right all along.
I was a no one in this family.
