"Dad, come on I'm gonna be late". I couldn't decide on how I was feeling. I think I was excited and a little nervous, or was I scared. Maybe I was a little of all. Maybe scared more than the rest. But I couldn't help getting worked up on the idea of not living with my parents anymore. I doubt it had anything to do with me growing up but more of the freedom.
Growing up I hardly had any freedom compared to the other kids, no parties, no hanging out, hell I could hardly talk to boys in front my dad. My old man needs a life. I'm sure any person was scared of him as much as I was. On top of his attitude he was literally a giant with temper, more like a Cyclops but with another eye behind his head. My mom was just like any other caring, loving, yadda yadda, yadda but she couldn't stand up to my dad. She was soft and easily beaten down in an argument. When my dad and I would get into fights she'd sit, watch and ignore for she knew anything she said to take sides would not help. Not to mention this was nearly every single day. Dad and I were never on the same terms. Never. Every once in a while we'd get along like and ordinary family.
Did I mention I have a brother? Yes a ten year old who seems confused about life. He should be that confused because he and dad got along very fine. He was always the favourite.
But all of this was going to be past. I was now seated in the car that was to take me to a new life, college. I must admit I was actually going to miss my crazy messed-up life. The college was along way from here so I guess I could sleep a little. I didn't get any sleep last night; I was off wondering about today.
I didn't know we were there until I felt the violent shaking with a strong hand cutting off the circulation in my arm. It hurt. "Ow. You didn't have to hurt me like that!"
"I didn't hurt you, you're just soft." You see there we go again. He could have just said sorry.
"geez" I wasn't fully aware of my surroundings until he held the door open. There were young people everywhere. When I got out I stretched as much as I could hear my joints cracking. There were young people everywhere but no parents taking in dad must be the only parent on the school grounds at the time. Great, could this be any more embarrassing. Dads set the suitcase on the ground next to me and ask "You want me to follow you to your room." I believe it could and I was sure he could top that off too.
I shook my head eagerly. The only thing I wanted him to do now was to say goodbye and drive on back home. Now shoo fly. Go on. What are you still doing here? Scram. Mash. Don't you understand English? Adios!
"ok well I guess that's it. Well by." He got in the car, gave a small wave and drove off. That. That right there is what I don't understand. I've lived with him all my life. Lived by his obsessed rules and that's what I get when I going away for years. Hey well at least he didn't start crying.
Well great I'm just too damn lucky aren't I. I was off arguing in my mind for him to leave that I forgot to ask where my room is. Aren't I lucky?
