Part Three: This is Getting Scary
Squid was at his new home now. He had been for a while. Everything was unpacked, and Squid sat in his room, reading a magazine. It was late at night actually. Even his dad had gone to bed. Squid didn't dare to go to sleep. He didn't want to have a horrible dream about the night his dad left. It might be even a worse dream, since he was in his dad's house.
Suddenly he heard a door burst open loudly and Squid looked up towards his door as he heard angry footsteps coming. Squid quickly pretended to be asleep as his dad threw the door open. Squid could see his dad was half asleep.
"There you are." he mumbled angrily. He started to shake Squid, like he was trying to wake him up. Jake sat up, then was knocked back down when his father said, "How dare you yell at me like that!" and hit him across the head.
"If you ever do that to me again, you'll pay for it!" he yelled at Squid, then he slumped off to bed sleepily. Squid sat up again, breathing hard and sweating, rubbing his head. He jumped out of bed and locked his door. Then he sat leaning against the wall, still breathing hard.
He recognized what his father did to him of a fight he had with his mom before he moved out. He used to hear yells like that all the time. His dad must have had a bad dream about it, like Squid did, and was still in his dream and thought Squid was his mother. Squid crept back to bed and tried to fight back tears as he thought of the old days. If being with his dad meant getting in the middle of fights in the middle of the night then crying to sleep, he wanted to leave right away.
He didn't say anything to his dad the next day, who didn't seem to know he had been sleep walking. He might know, thought Squid. He might just not be telling me.
His dad took him out fishing, thought it started to half snow, half rain and they had to come back inside. Squid wasn't used to this kind of weather.
"At least it's not Camp Greenlake." he muttered as he sat down to write a letter to his friends instead of going on the computer. Finally, when he couldn't think of anything to write he turned on the computer and went into the chat room.
(*)
Paranoid: Hey, Squid's back!
Smelly One: Where have you been, man?
Bookworm07: Are you all right?
Magnetic Charge: Yeah, how's everything going?
Squidman17: Everything's good. Except for the freezing cold, sitting by the lake for four stupid hours being bored to death while my dad fishes, getting yelled at and smacked during the night, AND I have to go to the school over here tomorrow.
Smelly One: You've been there for only two days and you're getting smacked all ready?
Squidman17: Man, shut up.
Magnetic Charge: Why are you getting smacked?
Squid17: It's a long story.
Squid told them anyway, and got tired of them discussing it and logged off. Then his dad came in and told him he better get ready for school the next day. Squid shrugged, and when his dad left the room, he just sat down reading a comic book instead of packing his backpack.
Later when Squid got really bored, he took another tour of the house, then he remembered his dad telling him he wasn't allowed in the attic. His dad was busy, so he decided to take a look inside.
It was freezing, so Squid had to put on a jacket. Everything that was in there was boxes. Squid opened the first one, discovering a scrapbook. When he looked inside it he saw pictures of before he was born. It must have been the good old days, because his parents were always smiling. Then he came, and they kept on smiling for a while. In pictures of himself when he was little, he could always see him parents fighting in the background. He sighed, and brought the heavy book down to his room. After he shoved in under his bed his dad came in. He sat up quickly, and looked at his dad.
"What?"
"I was just thinking about what your friends said."
"What did they say?"
"They said they wanted to come visit you. Holiday vacation is coming soon. Would you want them to come?"
"Yes." Squid said quickly and hopefully. His dad sighed a little. "Do you have they're phone numbers?"
"Yes-" he said, then he gave his dad Becky's number first so he could call all of their parents and see if they wanted to come all the way to Rhode Island.
*
"Becky?"
"Yep?"
"Squiddy's on the phone." Michelle screeched.
"Jeez be quiet!" Becky begged when her sister started laughing loudly. She took the phone from her grandmother and took it up to her room, then she nervously said, "Hello?"
"Hello. Did my dad talk to your grandmother?"
"Yes. What was he talking about?"
"About you coming over here for Christmas Break. My dad said she said you could come."
"Oh that's great! I can't wait to come! Too bad it's in two weeks."
"Yeah."
Their conversation went on until Squid's dad took the phone to call the others.
*
[sorry for not writing in a while!]
Squid was at his new home now. He had been for a while. Everything was unpacked, and Squid sat in his room, reading a magazine. It was late at night actually. Even his dad had gone to bed. Squid didn't dare to go to sleep. He didn't want to have a horrible dream about the night his dad left. It might be even a worse dream, since he was in his dad's house.
Suddenly he heard a door burst open loudly and Squid looked up towards his door as he heard angry footsteps coming. Squid quickly pretended to be asleep as his dad threw the door open. Squid could see his dad was half asleep.
"There you are." he mumbled angrily. He started to shake Squid, like he was trying to wake him up. Jake sat up, then was knocked back down when his father said, "How dare you yell at me like that!" and hit him across the head.
"If you ever do that to me again, you'll pay for it!" he yelled at Squid, then he slumped off to bed sleepily. Squid sat up again, breathing hard and sweating, rubbing his head. He jumped out of bed and locked his door. Then he sat leaning against the wall, still breathing hard.
He recognized what his father did to him of a fight he had with his mom before he moved out. He used to hear yells like that all the time. His dad must have had a bad dream about it, like Squid did, and was still in his dream and thought Squid was his mother. Squid crept back to bed and tried to fight back tears as he thought of the old days. If being with his dad meant getting in the middle of fights in the middle of the night then crying to sleep, he wanted to leave right away.
He didn't say anything to his dad the next day, who didn't seem to know he had been sleep walking. He might know, thought Squid. He might just not be telling me.
His dad took him out fishing, thought it started to half snow, half rain and they had to come back inside. Squid wasn't used to this kind of weather.
"At least it's not Camp Greenlake." he muttered as he sat down to write a letter to his friends instead of going on the computer. Finally, when he couldn't think of anything to write he turned on the computer and went into the chat room.
(*)
Paranoid: Hey, Squid's back!
Smelly One: Where have you been, man?
Bookworm07: Are you all right?
Magnetic Charge: Yeah, how's everything going?
Squidman17: Everything's good. Except for the freezing cold, sitting by the lake for four stupid hours being bored to death while my dad fishes, getting yelled at and smacked during the night, AND I have to go to the school over here tomorrow.
Smelly One: You've been there for only two days and you're getting smacked all ready?
Squidman17: Man, shut up.
Magnetic Charge: Why are you getting smacked?
Squid17: It's a long story.
Squid told them anyway, and got tired of them discussing it and logged off. Then his dad came in and told him he better get ready for school the next day. Squid shrugged, and when his dad left the room, he just sat down reading a comic book instead of packing his backpack.
Later when Squid got really bored, he took another tour of the house, then he remembered his dad telling him he wasn't allowed in the attic. His dad was busy, so he decided to take a look inside.
It was freezing, so Squid had to put on a jacket. Everything that was in there was boxes. Squid opened the first one, discovering a scrapbook. When he looked inside it he saw pictures of before he was born. It must have been the good old days, because his parents were always smiling. Then he came, and they kept on smiling for a while. In pictures of himself when he was little, he could always see him parents fighting in the background. He sighed, and brought the heavy book down to his room. After he shoved in under his bed his dad came in. He sat up quickly, and looked at his dad.
"What?"
"I was just thinking about what your friends said."
"What did they say?"
"They said they wanted to come visit you. Holiday vacation is coming soon. Would you want them to come?"
"Yes." Squid said quickly and hopefully. His dad sighed a little. "Do you have they're phone numbers?"
"Yes-" he said, then he gave his dad Becky's number first so he could call all of their parents and see if they wanted to come all the way to Rhode Island.
*
"Becky?"
"Yep?"
"Squiddy's on the phone." Michelle screeched.
"Jeez be quiet!" Becky begged when her sister started laughing loudly. She took the phone from her grandmother and took it up to her room, then she nervously said, "Hello?"
"Hello. Did my dad talk to your grandmother?"
"Yes. What was he talking about?"
"About you coming over here for Christmas Break. My dad said she said you could come."
"Oh that's great! I can't wait to come! Too bad it's in two weeks."
"Yeah."
Their conversation went on until Squid's dad took the phone to call the others.
*
[sorry for not writing in a while!]