Even before I opened the front door I could hear my parents arguing. Sometimes I remembered to lock the door and sometimes I didn't.
"Jackie it seems……it seems you don't even care about Lily!" my dad was saying.
"Oh and you do? You don't do anything all day!" my mom yelled.
I looked at Ashley and sighed.
"Hey at least I'm here," Dad continued.
"And at least I work," Mom pointed out.
"You know with my record I can't."
"Hyde that shouldn't be your exsuse."
The door slammed behind me as my parents continued to argue.
"I don't even know why they're married," I told Ashley; "c'mon lets go upstairs."
She nodded and followed me up the huge, curving stairs to my room. I opened the door, let Ashley and myself in and closed and locked the door. I flopped on my bed next to Ashley and flipped on the tv to ABC's TGIF. As vain and oblivious as my mom was she had bought me a tv. I liked Friends, Spin City, Cosby Show, Gilmore Girls, Dharma & Greg, Seinfeld and Will & Grace; the people in those shows didn't have messed up families like mine which is why I liked them. Ashley and I ate the pizza. I knew the housekeeper my mom had hired would be in to clean the house on Monday so we didn't try to be immaculate. I glanced over at my unicorn and zen garden on my bookshelf, making sure no one had touched or damaged them. I did this frequently.
After awhile of yelling we heard dishes crashing downstairs which raised my anxiety level even moreso. Noise did this. I didn't worry too much about the breaking dishes because we had plenty more in the attic and the basement. I stood up.
"Ashley," I said.
She looked up at me from her spot on the bed; "yeah?"
"I have to get out of here."
She nodded; "ok."
"Would you tell Dad?"
"Yeah sure."
"When he stops yelling, that is."
"Uh huh."
"Thanks."
"Sure."
I left my room, slamming the door behind me. I raced downstairs and out the front door, slamming that door behind me as well. I ran a few blocks having no idea where I was going and not really caring either. I knew there were much worse places to be.
