Four:
Loaded with enough work to make a man want to clock out and die, he slipped into the house. Trying to keep the door silent as he walked in, but soon he realized just how futile the effort was.
"TIDUS!"
He cringed at the sound of their voices.
Looking down at his own footsteps as he continued gingerly, His hands were in knots. He gritted his teeth, and continued walking. He hadn't disappointed the family too much lately. He did all he could to be a good son. Maybe they just hated him for some reason that he couldn't think of.
Coming all the way down the spiral stair case into the rec room area, he hoped that the loud sound of the Bee Gees playing on the stereo system would stay loud. The music would drown out the fear. He couldn't bear speaking to the both of them when he was surrounded with nothing but pure silence.
" You want to tell me what the hell you were doing all last night you little runt." Echoed his father's deep voice. A voice so deep that it absorbed the entire atmosphere around Tidus and sent chills through every single bone in his body.
Though he mentioned the words little runt, and that was all that he needed to confirm that this man didn't deserve much of a begging apology. Not anymore that is.
"I know you hate me. There's no need to announce it." He said in a low voice while trying to stand firm, still sweating in the presence of his parents. He tried to walk away.
"Don't you walk away from me." Jecht raised his voice. It came as sharp as a needle, and pierced through the air, but missed Tidus's heart. He wasn't taking it anymore.
" Don't sit there with your casual crooked little smile, and suddenly begin to act like you care just because mom was up worried sick about me last night , which there was also really not much need for since you know I'm only at one place. Squall's or right here with ya'll."
" I find that hard to believe."
" Where would you suggest I was then huh?" He asked with his temper reaching greater heights faster than Jecht. " Some club with drunks? Out crashing store windows like the rest of the fools you like to talk about? So I may spend a day in the city, but this little mansion here, I didn't forget about it.
" Son you've got to understand. With your grades and now this, I don't understand what you're saying to me. What are you up to?" His mother demanded
He searched for words. He knew he couldn't explain what he'd been feeling to them, but just because he was normal, didn't mean he was suddenly evil. He couldn't think of any more excuses. He decided to fight them another way.
" Will you stop this B.S. interrogation okay? Don't start with your little red scare crap. I do nothing except work and sports. If my coach has no reason to complain, then you shouldn't either. You always talk about the family not being stable, but you only say that stuff when it involves something I did wrong. Maybe, on the day you can look at me as more than a 'future-of-the-family-name' investment, and as your SON. Then I'll be ready to talk. Right now, I don't want to be late for practice."
Anger still burned within him as he packed his gear, and walked off angrily grabbing the keys. He stopped and looked at all the cars in the garage. It was disgusting how rich his father was. The man had a Jaguar, a Porsche, even a Bentley, but he still had the nerve to start a hassle every time that he had to share his BMW.
Fakami shuddered at the sound of a slamming door and turned to face Jecht. She had barely gotten her two cents in and already her boy had left. She loved Jecht but it began to hurt her a lot lately when he began to forget his own son.
" Are you pleased with yourself? Look at what you just said to him?"
" I thought that you were on my side of things. What's with the sudden criticism? You were the one that was so steamed about him staying out. How about you explain it to him?"
" Well it's too late now." She sighed as she heard the the car race out of the driveway. " I think he's running away from us Jecht." She begged him to understand
" Awww bullshit Fakami! Bullshit! You know what your problem is? You are too paranoid. You really are!"
" Well at least I'm worried enough to know that something here has to be done about our son before he distances himself so much that something horrible could happen in our own home."
" You're blowing this way too far out of proportion." Jecht snickered as he rolled his eyes and walked out of the recroom upstairs.
" If you would just listen for two sec-"
" You always have to make a drama out of every single thing that you see. Always taking one side then the other. When is anyone ever going to understand me."
" I try but it's hard living with a husband who just doesn't care about his family." Fakami lowered her head. A tear came down her eye upon those last words.
Jecht turned around quickly and stormed his way back towards her staring her dead in the eye
" What did you say about me?!" His voice filled the room, striking hard, and heavy like thunder. He glared deep into the eyes of his wife of eighteen years, trying to tell himself that she had not gone out and called him uncaring.
It may have been a tough case to argue, but he expressed his care by giving things, and he worked his butt off to make a future for his family. He hoped it wouldn't be asking too much if they could exchange their appreciation for what he did.
They never did. It was this building frustration and the feelings he had about being neglected that led him to raise his hand.
Fakami fell rapidly after feeling the force of an angry man with little rationale at the moment. It was the wind that scared her the most as she saw him moving towards her. She gasped at first but then began to cry as he hit her.
" Stop Jecht!" she pleaded
" I'm sick of it all! I pay all of this shit! Then I come home to listen to all of your problems. You and Tidus! I'd run miles if I had to. If you care for him so much why don't you and him just leave now.
She didn't know what he meant by 'leave' but she hoped that he didn't mean what he was getting at.
Hours later.
During the break between practice he got out his cellular and called her in the locker room while the others were out getting Gatorade.
" It's still going on at my house. All of this tension. It's getting on my nerves. I'd like it if they shut up for a few days, and didn't even look at me. Always thinking about their temper first. Shit drives me nuts. How's it going at your place?" Tidus asked
" I don't know how to put it." Yuna told him nervously on the other end. " My father's just really silent most of the time but he gives me this tough look, and I feel like I haven't lived up to his expectations, but I don't know what he's thinking. My mom does most of the scolding. We used to be real friends, but now she's got this grudge or something and she's on my back about everything." Yuna whisperd into the phone hoping that no one outside her room would pick up on what she said as she lay across the bed chatting with her eyes looking around carefully.
" Even the car?" Tidus asked while looking through his locker.
" Of course..the car." She breathed out. I tried to explain to her that I did everything to protect her old van but she just went out and attacked me, saying that I wasn't careful enough. I locked everything. If someone is REALLY interested in jacking your car they'll probably find a way to steal it. The best form of security you could probably have is a loyal armed guard armed with a gun."
" What if HE steals it?" Tidus joked
" Hey I said he'd have to be loyal."
" Good point." Tidus sighed. " Well I can't hang around for too long. I hope things simmer down in the house. Maybe you should stoop down to the 'suck-up apology' I don't think your dad'll reject you, or serve you an ass whooping if you can show that you really mean you're sorry."
" I guess I could give it a shot. Maybe if I'm pardoned then he could get 'the monster' off my back."
" You don't call it a mom anymore?" He asked
" No. She evolved. Well I don't want to ruin your practice so I'll let you go for now."
" See ya later."
" Bye." She whispered and hung up
A heartwarming farewell. Tidus could tell she was smiling on the other end. It was good to know that she could retreat to him, and he could do the same with her when everyone else was giving him a shitty time. All except coach, and he didn't understand it. He was playing fair, and concering himself more about making the play work instead of the slam dunk. Those were only for breakaway moments of glory that came rare unless the opposing team REALLY stunk. He knew where he was supposed to be no matter what the problem, but there was another problem. The guys were complaining that he was doing everyone else's job at times when it wasn't necessary.
" Jassu. You gotta understand that I didn't mean to."
" Sure you didn't." Wakka said sarcastically as he shoved him and laughed. Squall sat up in the stands with his headphones roaring as he watched on intently. " Why don't you get your lawyer all dressed in black up in those stands to get down here and argue the case for you huh brudda?" This had been the millionth time. The brawn with the red cowlick was never given a smart response back either.
"Excuse me you gorrilla?" Tidus defended Squall
The rest of the team began chanting out with a huge response of 'Ooohs' Wakka was stunned. His arm muscles tightened and bulged even greater as he approached the blonde haired point guard. He asked in a low voice.
" What did you just call me?"
" That's payback for the 'fruitcake' comment you made. It's even now. Live with it." Tidus told him daringly.
" Oh THAT'S IT!"
Wakka rushed headlong into Tidus and knocked him against the wall mat. He didn't cough up blood till later, but got up pretty quick and soon enough the two were beating the crap out of each other as the rest of the team cheered them on vehemently in a circle. The coach rushed over yelling to break up the pair. They continued glaring at each other's bloody faces, struggling to go at each other, while a network of strong arms and hands kept them from tearing each other's hair out. Wakka dropped a loose tooth but kept the evidence hidden in his mouth.
" I don't want ANYMORE OF THIS CRAP! The division title is so close. We don't have time for all this argument! Do any of you girls want the crystal cup or not? Because if anyone's ready to work together, then join me. I AM." Coach Bickson yelled at the top of his lungs bringing the entire team to silence
" Here's your water sir." Gatta ran up breathing hard.
" Thank you waterboy. You may return to your station." Bickson signaled him off
" Tidus hang back for a little."
" But coach?"
" You didn't do anything wrong. I'm not pulling you out. Just go relax. Besides you know the playbook almost better than me. See ya later. Wakka, and Datto you can leave too."
Bickson rolled his eyes as he turned back to the rest of the guys
" Now for those who have been SLACKING on the court tonight. Guess what were' gonna do.."
Tidus didn't need to hear anymore of the coach's talk. He knew that the guys were about to undergo a serious workout.
For the most, nothing went well at practice, and the world was still hating him. He couldn't think of a better reason for going off at Wakka except that maybe he was fed up with everyone hating him. If they wanted a fight so bad, then he would beat every last enemy that got in his way. Sure it wasn't right to target his parents but Jecht looked like an exception to him. He was nothing more than a complete A-hole.
A funny thing that he had to be thinking about the man himself. He wasn't surprised when he saw the red haired asshole wearing his running suit, and carrying his prize B-Ball with him on the blacktop outside the school. Tidus faced off against him as though he were stuck in wild western movie. They both glared at each other for the longest time until Jecht's voice finally echoed through the night sky.
" Would you like a little one on one. Though it couldn't hurt to have a little game with me."
" I'm tired dad." Tidus continued walking to the car only stopping when he saw the basket ball hit the hood of the BMW.
" No excuses. You're just afraid I'll whoop your ass. I know you practice so often just because you think you can escape from the family. Well you can't escape me anymore. I'm going to nail you where it hurts. Your own pride. Grounding you would be too easy. Afterwards you be begging for my forgiveness for the stuff you had the nerve to say to me."
Tidus kept staring. For awhile he had no words to tell his father, but when he finally came up with something he let it roll of his tongue bluntly.
" Are you THAT thick headed dad?"
" What?!"
" 'Hurt my pride' oh please! I'm at the bottom of the self esteem chain! The only time I can actually breathe is when you're not around. I don't want to ride home with you. I certainly don't give a rat's ass who wins if I play you, and I don't even care how mad you are, because as you came out here there was one thing you forgot to do as a father.'what's wrong with an occasional 'Hey son. How was practice? Not good huh? Keep at it. You'll get better. Or 'sorry about earlier. If I came out in anyway that made you afraid or anything then I didn't mean to. Or how about ' You're my son. I love you. Yeah that last one. I wonder if you ever loved me at all, but I can kinda guess what your feelings are about that so I guess I'll just be on my way home to a mom who actually gives a shit about me 30% of the time when she's not faking it. Good bye."
Jecht didn't know what to think right then. Tidus had a mouthful, and it seemed like he wasn't going to tell him anything else. That was okay. He couldn't put up with anymore criticism anyways.
It was quiet in the study. The only light came from the desk lamp. Braska sat there quietly regarding Yuna with stone eys as he usually did. He talked on the phone but rarely with Yuna in person. She always felt there was an aura of
" Father?" She asked gingerly as she appraoched him
Braska said nothing to her
" I wanted to tell you something. I..I'm sorry if I upset you earlier...but you've got to understand that mom's been dramatizing this whole situation." She looked back to the door and turned to face him. Her eyes said simply that she had been crying.
Braska sighed and turned in his chair. Not the response that his only daughter had been looking for.
" I'm sorry if I dissapointed you again but I swear that I had nothing to do with this. I don't think that it should cost my driving privileges. I promise that as soon as the car is done that I'll take good care of it." She tried to put on a smile that would hopefully lighten up the mood, but it still seemed wan.
Braska's hand slowly lowered from his face. Yuna stepped back as his heavy shadow covered the only light that came into the room. She stepped even further back as Braska stormed out of the room. She didn't even have to say it. Brasks knew that what she said was a hint that he had to step down and have a little talk with mommy who had been scolding her the entire night.
She never heard his voice so thunderous. She sat down on a nearby easy chair. Her hands were in knots, and her heart pumping as she listened to his raise his voice instantly, and sharply. She knew how angry he was getting this time, but it still wasn't interesting listening to him blow his stack. Though hoping was futile, she prayed that his anger wouldn't lead him to use his hand in a way that she didn't want. It hadn't happened in a while.
CRASH!
It sounded like it came from the kitchen, and it sounded like glass. Both of them started screaming, and she buried her head into her hands. She got up slowly walking to the window. Looking out she began to wonder if there was a certain someone she knew that felt just as horrible as she did.
" If you think it's her fault then don't come after me for God's sake! Come on I'll tell you the truth to her face!!!"
She gasped and turned around upon hearing the angry voice of her mother from downstairs. Two pairs of shoes were stomping their way upstairs. She moved all the way to the corner of her father's study not knowing what to say as the door flew open.
(Please not again.) She begged inside her mind.
Tidus heard the door kick open. He soon began to worry too. He couldn't keep running away all the time, He would have to get past the living room to get to them. He couldn't come to his mother's defense, because she would just snap at him like a cat that got vicious whenever a strager was near, but he was no stranger. He was her son. He took the pillow off his head and stared dead at the computer. The violence downstairs jolted him up in his seat every few seconds. Well there was one thing he knew. This was a better excuse for not finishing a paper than....'my dog ate it.' He leaned back in his seat to stare out the window hoping that someone he knew was faring much better at her home. Her parents didn't seem to be the most relaxed couple on earth either.
A/N: The affairs' happening on the next chapter. Couldn't wait forever you know. So I'm going to try and 'timeline' a long chapter' so I'll try to explain how the whole thing went down. I wrote this piece to get you an idea of how a troubling relationship would only cause more problems with folks like these. Thanks for reading and pleeze review
Loaded with enough work to make a man want to clock out and die, he slipped into the house. Trying to keep the door silent as he walked in, but soon he realized just how futile the effort was.
"TIDUS!"
He cringed at the sound of their voices.
Looking down at his own footsteps as he continued gingerly, His hands were in knots. He gritted his teeth, and continued walking. He hadn't disappointed the family too much lately. He did all he could to be a good son. Maybe they just hated him for some reason that he couldn't think of.
Coming all the way down the spiral stair case into the rec room area, he hoped that the loud sound of the Bee Gees playing on the stereo system would stay loud. The music would drown out the fear. He couldn't bear speaking to the both of them when he was surrounded with nothing but pure silence.
" You want to tell me what the hell you were doing all last night you little runt." Echoed his father's deep voice. A voice so deep that it absorbed the entire atmosphere around Tidus and sent chills through every single bone in his body.
Though he mentioned the words little runt, and that was all that he needed to confirm that this man didn't deserve much of a begging apology. Not anymore that is.
"I know you hate me. There's no need to announce it." He said in a low voice while trying to stand firm, still sweating in the presence of his parents. He tried to walk away.
"Don't you walk away from me." Jecht raised his voice. It came as sharp as a needle, and pierced through the air, but missed Tidus's heart. He wasn't taking it anymore.
" Don't sit there with your casual crooked little smile, and suddenly begin to act like you care just because mom was up worried sick about me last night , which there was also really not much need for since you know I'm only at one place. Squall's or right here with ya'll."
" I find that hard to believe."
" Where would you suggest I was then huh?" He asked with his temper reaching greater heights faster than Jecht. " Some club with drunks? Out crashing store windows like the rest of the fools you like to talk about? So I may spend a day in the city, but this little mansion here, I didn't forget about it.
" Son you've got to understand. With your grades and now this, I don't understand what you're saying to me. What are you up to?" His mother demanded
He searched for words. He knew he couldn't explain what he'd been feeling to them, but just because he was normal, didn't mean he was suddenly evil. He couldn't think of any more excuses. He decided to fight them another way.
" Will you stop this B.S. interrogation okay? Don't start with your little red scare crap. I do nothing except work and sports. If my coach has no reason to complain, then you shouldn't either. You always talk about the family not being stable, but you only say that stuff when it involves something I did wrong. Maybe, on the day you can look at me as more than a 'future-of-the-family-name' investment, and as your SON. Then I'll be ready to talk. Right now, I don't want to be late for practice."
Anger still burned within him as he packed his gear, and walked off angrily grabbing the keys. He stopped and looked at all the cars in the garage. It was disgusting how rich his father was. The man had a Jaguar, a Porsche, even a Bentley, but he still had the nerve to start a hassle every time that he had to share his BMW.
Fakami shuddered at the sound of a slamming door and turned to face Jecht. She had barely gotten her two cents in and already her boy had left. She loved Jecht but it began to hurt her a lot lately when he began to forget his own son.
" Are you pleased with yourself? Look at what you just said to him?"
" I thought that you were on my side of things. What's with the sudden criticism? You were the one that was so steamed about him staying out. How about you explain it to him?"
" Well it's too late now." She sighed as she heard the the car race out of the driveway. " I think he's running away from us Jecht." She begged him to understand
" Awww bullshit Fakami! Bullshit! You know what your problem is? You are too paranoid. You really are!"
" Well at least I'm worried enough to know that something here has to be done about our son before he distances himself so much that something horrible could happen in our own home."
" You're blowing this way too far out of proportion." Jecht snickered as he rolled his eyes and walked out of the recroom upstairs.
" If you would just listen for two sec-"
" You always have to make a drama out of every single thing that you see. Always taking one side then the other. When is anyone ever going to understand me."
" I try but it's hard living with a husband who just doesn't care about his family." Fakami lowered her head. A tear came down her eye upon those last words.
Jecht turned around quickly and stormed his way back towards her staring her dead in the eye
" What did you say about me?!" His voice filled the room, striking hard, and heavy like thunder. He glared deep into the eyes of his wife of eighteen years, trying to tell himself that she had not gone out and called him uncaring.
It may have been a tough case to argue, but he expressed his care by giving things, and he worked his butt off to make a future for his family. He hoped it wouldn't be asking too much if they could exchange their appreciation for what he did.
They never did. It was this building frustration and the feelings he had about being neglected that led him to raise his hand.
Fakami fell rapidly after feeling the force of an angry man with little rationale at the moment. It was the wind that scared her the most as she saw him moving towards her. She gasped at first but then began to cry as he hit her.
" Stop Jecht!" she pleaded
" I'm sick of it all! I pay all of this shit! Then I come home to listen to all of your problems. You and Tidus! I'd run miles if I had to. If you care for him so much why don't you and him just leave now.
She didn't know what he meant by 'leave' but she hoped that he didn't mean what he was getting at.
Hours later.
During the break between practice he got out his cellular and called her in the locker room while the others were out getting Gatorade.
" It's still going on at my house. All of this tension. It's getting on my nerves. I'd like it if they shut up for a few days, and didn't even look at me. Always thinking about their temper first. Shit drives me nuts. How's it going at your place?" Tidus asked
" I don't know how to put it." Yuna told him nervously on the other end. " My father's just really silent most of the time but he gives me this tough look, and I feel like I haven't lived up to his expectations, but I don't know what he's thinking. My mom does most of the scolding. We used to be real friends, but now she's got this grudge or something and she's on my back about everything." Yuna whisperd into the phone hoping that no one outside her room would pick up on what she said as she lay across the bed chatting with her eyes looking around carefully.
" Even the car?" Tidus asked while looking through his locker.
" Of course..the car." She breathed out. I tried to explain to her that I did everything to protect her old van but she just went out and attacked me, saying that I wasn't careful enough. I locked everything. If someone is REALLY interested in jacking your car they'll probably find a way to steal it. The best form of security you could probably have is a loyal armed guard armed with a gun."
" What if HE steals it?" Tidus joked
" Hey I said he'd have to be loyal."
" Good point." Tidus sighed. " Well I can't hang around for too long. I hope things simmer down in the house. Maybe you should stoop down to the 'suck-up apology' I don't think your dad'll reject you, or serve you an ass whooping if you can show that you really mean you're sorry."
" I guess I could give it a shot. Maybe if I'm pardoned then he could get 'the monster' off my back."
" You don't call it a mom anymore?" He asked
" No. She evolved. Well I don't want to ruin your practice so I'll let you go for now."
" See ya later."
" Bye." She whispered and hung up
A heartwarming farewell. Tidus could tell she was smiling on the other end. It was good to know that she could retreat to him, and he could do the same with her when everyone else was giving him a shitty time. All except coach, and he didn't understand it. He was playing fair, and concering himself more about making the play work instead of the slam dunk. Those were only for breakaway moments of glory that came rare unless the opposing team REALLY stunk. He knew where he was supposed to be no matter what the problem, but there was another problem. The guys were complaining that he was doing everyone else's job at times when it wasn't necessary.
" Jassu. You gotta understand that I didn't mean to."
" Sure you didn't." Wakka said sarcastically as he shoved him and laughed. Squall sat up in the stands with his headphones roaring as he watched on intently. " Why don't you get your lawyer all dressed in black up in those stands to get down here and argue the case for you huh brudda?" This had been the millionth time. The brawn with the red cowlick was never given a smart response back either.
"Excuse me you gorrilla?" Tidus defended Squall
The rest of the team began chanting out with a huge response of 'Ooohs' Wakka was stunned. His arm muscles tightened and bulged even greater as he approached the blonde haired point guard. He asked in a low voice.
" What did you just call me?"
" That's payback for the 'fruitcake' comment you made. It's even now. Live with it." Tidus told him daringly.
" Oh THAT'S IT!"
Wakka rushed headlong into Tidus and knocked him against the wall mat. He didn't cough up blood till later, but got up pretty quick and soon enough the two were beating the crap out of each other as the rest of the team cheered them on vehemently in a circle. The coach rushed over yelling to break up the pair. They continued glaring at each other's bloody faces, struggling to go at each other, while a network of strong arms and hands kept them from tearing each other's hair out. Wakka dropped a loose tooth but kept the evidence hidden in his mouth.
" I don't want ANYMORE OF THIS CRAP! The division title is so close. We don't have time for all this argument! Do any of you girls want the crystal cup or not? Because if anyone's ready to work together, then join me. I AM." Coach Bickson yelled at the top of his lungs bringing the entire team to silence
" Here's your water sir." Gatta ran up breathing hard.
" Thank you waterboy. You may return to your station." Bickson signaled him off
" Tidus hang back for a little."
" But coach?"
" You didn't do anything wrong. I'm not pulling you out. Just go relax. Besides you know the playbook almost better than me. See ya later. Wakka, and Datto you can leave too."
Bickson rolled his eyes as he turned back to the rest of the guys
" Now for those who have been SLACKING on the court tonight. Guess what were' gonna do.."
Tidus didn't need to hear anymore of the coach's talk. He knew that the guys were about to undergo a serious workout.
For the most, nothing went well at practice, and the world was still hating him. He couldn't think of a better reason for going off at Wakka except that maybe he was fed up with everyone hating him. If they wanted a fight so bad, then he would beat every last enemy that got in his way. Sure it wasn't right to target his parents but Jecht looked like an exception to him. He was nothing more than a complete A-hole.
A funny thing that he had to be thinking about the man himself. He wasn't surprised when he saw the red haired asshole wearing his running suit, and carrying his prize B-Ball with him on the blacktop outside the school. Tidus faced off against him as though he were stuck in wild western movie. They both glared at each other for the longest time until Jecht's voice finally echoed through the night sky.
" Would you like a little one on one. Though it couldn't hurt to have a little game with me."
" I'm tired dad." Tidus continued walking to the car only stopping when he saw the basket ball hit the hood of the BMW.
" No excuses. You're just afraid I'll whoop your ass. I know you practice so often just because you think you can escape from the family. Well you can't escape me anymore. I'm going to nail you where it hurts. Your own pride. Grounding you would be too easy. Afterwards you be begging for my forgiveness for the stuff you had the nerve to say to me."
Tidus kept staring. For awhile he had no words to tell his father, but when he finally came up with something he let it roll of his tongue bluntly.
" Are you THAT thick headed dad?"
" What?!"
" 'Hurt my pride' oh please! I'm at the bottom of the self esteem chain! The only time I can actually breathe is when you're not around. I don't want to ride home with you. I certainly don't give a rat's ass who wins if I play you, and I don't even care how mad you are, because as you came out here there was one thing you forgot to do as a father.'what's wrong with an occasional 'Hey son. How was practice? Not good huh? Keep at it. You'll get better. Or 'sorry about earlier. If I came out in anyway that made you afraid or anything then I didn't mean to. Or how about ' You're my son. I love you. Yeah that last one. I wonder if you ever loved me at all, but I can kinda guess what your feelings are about that so I guess I'll just be on my way home to a mom who actually gives a shit about me 30% of the time when she's not faking it. Good bye."
Jecht didn't know what to think right then. Tidus had a mouthful, and it seemed like he wasn't going to tell him anything else. That was okay. He couldn't put up with anymore criticism anyways.
It was quiet in the study. The only light came from the desk lamp. Braska sat there quietly regarding Yuna with stone eys as he usually did. He talked on the phone but rarely with Yuna in person. She always felt there was an aura of
" Father?" She asked gingerly as she appraoched him
Braska said nothing to her
" I wanted to tell you something. I..I'm sorry if I upset you earlier...but you've got to understand that mom's been dramatizing this whole situation." She looked back to the door and turned to face him. Her eyes said simply that she had been crying.
Braska sighed and turned in his chair. Not the response that his only daughter had been looking for.
" I'm sorry if I dissapointed you again but I swear that I had nothing to do with this. I don't think that it should cost my driving privileges. I promise that as soon as the car is done that I'll take good care of it." She tried to put on a smile that would hopefully lighten up the mood, but it still seemed wan.
Braska's hand slowly lowered from his face. Yuna stepped back as his heavy shadow covered the only light that came into the room. She stepped even further back as Braska stormed out of the room. She didn't even have to say it. Brasks knew that what she said was a hint that he had to step down and have a little talk with mommy who had been scolding her the entire night.
She never heard his voice so thunderous. She sat down on a nearby easy chair. Her hands were in knots, and her heart pumping as she listened to his raise his voice instantly, and sharply. She knew how angry he was getting this time, but it still wasn't interesting listening to him blow his stack. Though hoping was futile, she prayed that his anger wouldn't lead him to use his hand in a way that she didn't want. It hadn't happened in a while.
CRASH!
It sounded like it came from the kitchen, and it sounded like glass. Both of them started screaming, and she buried her head into her hands. She got up slowly walking to the window. Looking out she began to wonder if there was a certain someone she knew that felt just as horrible as she did.
" If you think it's her fault then don't come after me for God's sake! Come on I'll tell you the truth to her face!!!"
She gasped and turned around upon hearing the angry voice of her mother from downstairs. Two pairs of shoes were stomping their way upstairs. She moved all the way to the corner of her father's study not knowing what to say as the door flew open.
(Please not again.) She begged inside her mind.
Tidus heard the door kick open. He soon began to worry too. He couldn't keep running away all the time, He would have to get past the living room to get to them. He couldn't come to his mother's defense, because she would just snap at him like a cat that got vicious whenever a strager was near, but he was no stranger. He was her son. He took the pillow off his head and stared dead at the computer. The violence downstairs jolted him up in his seat every few seconds. Well there was one thing he knew. This was a better excuse for not finishing a paper than....'my dog ate it.' He leaned back in his seat to stare out the window hoping that someone he knew was faring much better at her home. Her parents didn't seem to be the most relaxed couple on earth either.
A/N: The affairs' happening on the next chapter. Couldn't wait forever you know. So I'm going to try and 'timeline' a long chapter' so I'll try to explain how the whole thing went down. I wrote this piece to get you an idea of how a troubling relationship would only cause more problems with folks like these. Thanks for reading and pleeze review