I finally walked my way back to home. The lights were dimmed as my father
lay on top of the sofa.
"Good evening Middie."
"Good evening father."
I could hear the voices of children bustling about in the hallway. My little brothers stood as they squirmed around everywhere.
"Don't tell Middie!" one shouted in a hushed voice.
"Ya, she'll kill us!" another voiced.
"Ah huh a huh a huh!" The other nodded.
"What are you guys up to?"
"Nothing!" If they had expected me to not notice what they were doing they would have been insane. Yet, children had a right to live, as I didn't.
The chocolate smeared across their faces dripped down their cheeks as it melted slowly. I knew that they had been fooling around in the kitchen again, as they were always.
"He said he wanted something tasty!" My youngest brother yelled.
"Hey I thought we were going to keep it a secret!"
"Yeah man, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Hey! Don't use that word!" I yelled as I pointed at the oldest of the three.
"You're boyfriend uses it!"
"Who?"
"Dominic! Oh yeah by the way he called while you were gone."
"Dominic is not my boyfriend, and what did he say?"
"He said you were fucking dead if you thought you were going to run away from him."
"Middie, are you going to die?" My youngest brother said as his eyes flooded with tears.
Who did that fuckhead think he was scaring my brothers. I didn't run a way from the creep, he kicked me out for having "hissy fits" about dying. I had almost forgot.
"No no no! I'm not going to die okay. Don't worry, I'll figure this out." As if I knew, what to do, I still hadn't taken off my jacket coat and I was already wondering how to get myself out of the mess that had overcome me in only a day.
I put my hand in my pocket and felt a sharp piece of paper. It was Trowa's phone number. I quickly took off my jacket and ran to the phone in the living room.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" It was a female voice that answered me back.
"Umm my name is Middie Une. May I please talk to Trowa?"
"Uh, okay." I could hear the faint voice of a female talking to Trowa.
"Catherine she's my friend don't worry. No she's not going to encourage me to fight. Please! Oh hi Middie!" I couldn't help but giggle, yet I had to wonder who this Catherine was.
"Who's Catherine?"
"Oh, she's just my sister." Relief spun around me as the thought of Trowa having a girlfriend vanished from the banks of my brain.
"Oh neat, hey I just wanted to talk to you about something personal."
"What 'bout?"
"I'll tell you Trowa, but you must promise you won't tell a soul."
"Okay."
"I think...umm I ummm, want to go for a walk some time tomorrow at the mall?"
"Sure, why all the hush hush?"
"No reason." I couldn't possibly tell him about Dominic and how he was going to kill me. Supposidly. He didn't scare me but I needed some one to talk to.
"Alright, what time?"
"What about 6:00 pm?"
"Sure. Talk to you later." He hung up on me as I put down the receiver. I walked down the hallway and saw my father lying on his back. The fire crackled vigorously around in the fireplace as the steel net barriered and caught loose sparks that threatened to jump out of place.
The christmas tree stood tall and high infront of the window of our apartment. My father had put on a cassette of Christmas carols as he slept. I wished that my father would regain his health. It was hard maintaining a life of crime and also keeping a family healthy or atleast the best attempts.
"Good evening Middie."
"Good evening father."
I could hear the voices of children bustling about in the hallway. My little brothers stood as they squirmed around everywhere.
"Don't tell Middie!" one shouted in a hushed voice.
"Ya, she'll kill us!" another voiced.
"Ah huh a huh a huh!" The other nodded.
"What are you guys up to?"
"Nothing!" If they had expected me to not notice what they were doing they would have been insane. Yet, children had a right to live, as I didn't.
The chocolate smeared across their faces dripped down their cheeks as it melted slowly. I knew that they had been fooling around in the kitchen again, as they were always.
"He said he wanted something tasty!" My youngest brother yelled.
"Hey I thought we were going to keep it a secret!"
"Yeah man, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Hey! Don't use that word!" I yelled as I pointed at the oldest of the three.
"You're boyfriend uses it!"
"Who?"
"Dominic! Oh yeah by the way he called while you were gone."
"Dominic is not my boyfriend, and what did he say?"
"He said you were fucking dead if you thought you were going to run away from him."
"Middie, are you going to die?" My youngest brother said as his eyes flooded with tears.
Who did that fuckhead think he was scaring my brothers. I didn't run a way from the creep, he kicked me out for having "hissy fits" about dying. I had almost forgot.
"No no no! I'm not going to die okay. Don't worry, I'll figure this out." As if I knew, what to do, I still hadn't taken off my jacket coat and I was already wondering how to get myself out of the mess that had overcome me in only a day.
I put my hand in my pocket and felt a sharp piece of paper. It was Trowa's phone number. I quickly took off my jacket and ran to the phone in the living room.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" It was a female voice that answered me back.
"Umm my name is Middie Une. May I please talk to Trowa?"
"Uh, okay." I could hear the faint voice of a female talking to Trowa.
"Catherine she's my friend don't worry. No she's not going to encourage me to fight. Please! Oh hi Middie!" I couldn't help but giggle, yet I had to wonder who this Catherine was.
"Who's Catherine?"
"Oh, she's just my sister." Relief spun around me as the thought of Trowa having a girlfriend vanished from the banks of my brain.
"Oh neat, hey I just wanted to talk to you about something personal."
"What 'bout?"
"I'll tell you Trowa, but you must promise you won't tell a soul."
"Okay."
"I think...umm I ummm, want to go for a walk some time tomorrow at the mall?"
"Sure, why all the hush hush?"
"No reason." I couldn't possibly tell him about Dominic and how he was going to kill me. Supposidly. He didn't scare me but I needed some one to talk to.
"Alright, what time?"
"What about 6:00 pm?"
"Sure. Talk to you later." He hung up on me as I put down the receiver. I walked down the hallway and saw my father lying on his back. The fire crackled vigorously around in the fireplace as the steel net barriered and caught loose sparks that threatened to jump out of place.
The christmas tree stood tall and high infront of the window of our apartment. My father had put on a cassette of Christmas carols as he slept. I wished that my father would regain his health. It was hard maintaining a life of crime and also keeping a family healthy or atleast the best attempts.