Sudden Fiction

Inside of Me

My parents never really understood my feelings at all. The only family member I’m close with is my older brother, Devon.Ever since my dad got that job in Dallas, my family fell apart. We used to be one of those happy “T.V. families”. The people who were always pleasant, and seemed to be the only non dysfunctional family around town. My parents used to be so happy, and I never understood how that could change. So now I am stuck in this slow, painful time in my life. I really don’t enjoy telling people about this but I’ll just tell you anyways. My dad is an alcoholic and has cheated on my mother 4 times since we have moved to Dallas. The love I used to have for my dad was so strong, but now it’s completely faded. Ever since he came home late that one summer morning, I knew something was wrong. My mother did the obvious, and tried to ignore the fact that her husband was an alcoholic. We all knew it, except for her. My dad would make up all these lame excuses as to why he would be at work longer tonight. All those nights, I lay in my bed I listen to my mom pase around the floor nervously, waiting for my dad to come home. One morning he waltzed in at around 4 am. As he slammed the door, I could just tell another fight would start to rise between my parents. I love the fact how my parents are so dumb. I can’t believe they think that my brother and I don’t know when they fight, why they fight, and that my dad is an alcoholic. I cracked my door so I could see what was going on, just in case I would need to get involved.

Anyways, my mom screamed, “Are you crazy? Its four o’clock in the morning!” as he walked through the kitchen.

He simply explained, “ It’s fine honey, go back to bed.”

He said this with the most idiotic smirk on his face. I wanted to bolt out of my room and slap him.

Then my mother yelled, “NO, NO, it’s not okay Steven!”
“You have no idea how much you hurt me when you do this”
“ I just don’t understand why you use alcohol to make you happy.” “Steven, you had a perfect family, a perfect house, a perfect job, and then you go and start drinking and it’s it’s….”

She starts to sob madly, and then finally lets out, “ IT’S LIKE YOU DON’T EVEN WANT US ANYMORE!”

My drunk father replied, “Damn it Rebecca, you don’t know anything!”

Next he holds his fist up and strikes her, and that’s when I scream for Devon. As Devon ran into the kitchen to see my mother on the floor, he jumps at my dad.

Pinning him to the ground, Devon yelled “ Abbey go call the cops right now!”

I immediately pick up the phone and explain my case. Yes, my dad was taken to jail. Yes, my mom has recovered. No, Devon and I are not okay. I just absolutely hate that the whole time my parents had no idea on how I felt. Like I explained before my parents don’t understand my feelings. They never knew that I cried in the bathroom at school, they never knew that I didn’t sleep a wink when they fought, they never knew that every day I wished for new parents, and every day they never even asked me if I was okay. I could have tried yelling at them, well at least my dad. I hope my father knows that I wish he would have thought of me before he raised his fist. This way he would have stopped and paused, to remember how much I loved him. I can’t waste my whole life wishing on how my family could have changed. For now we have moved in with my grandmother. I still get to go to the same school, Devon and I can live together, and my mom got a good paying job. Sounds like a perfect ending, but no one really knows what hurts me so badly on the inside. All you can see is the outside…