My eyes felt like they had been sealed shut, and I struggled to open them.
I groaned, and lifted my head from the door, instantly grabbing the back of
my neck and rubbing deep circles to get the knot out.
"We're home, kiddo..." Dad said again compassionately while leaning over the passenger seat. I opened my door, and stepped out, feeling completely dazed. Mom and Ryan were nowhere in sight, and Dad and I slowly started making our way up to the house. He hung his arm over my shoulder and my body instantaneously stiffed up. How I loathed being touched, especially at the time.
Dad took notice of my sudden body change, and lifted his arm a tad.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked apprehensively, and stopped.
I nodded my head; a silent lie, and he retreated his arm back to his side.
"I'm sorry." He said sincerely, and went back to the car to shut the doors.
God, I'm such an asshole.
I walked into the house alone, and for some reason it looked much different to me this time, like something was missing.
"Seth, honey, are you hungry?" Mom called from the kitchen, and I couldn't get my voice loud enough for her to hear me. I dragged my feet into the kitchen, and winced when the bright lights hit me.
There wasn't anything in the world I wanted more then food and sleep. My stomach was practically screaming at me to eat something, but he was my enemy and he feed off my failure. So, I guess sleep would have to do alone tonight.
"No, thanks, Mom. I'm just gonna go to sleep." I replied just above a whisper, while rubbing my tired eyes raw.
"Alight, baby..." She started, walking over to me and planted a wet kiss on my temple and the tip of my ear, "goodnight... I love you." She added, and went back to filling up her coffee filter for the morning.
"Night." I told her, and walked out of the kitchen toward the stairs.
I just about crawled up the flight of steps with my broken arm wrapped across my stomach, and my functioning one aiding me. It seemed like it took me eternity just reaching the halfway point, and when I finally did arrive at the top I was completely wiped out.
From there I walked over to my bedroom, opened the door, and closed it behind me using the heel of my foot. I flipped on the light switch, kicked off my shoes, slipped out of my pants, and pulled off my shirt, which got caught on my cast. I then walked over to my dresser, took out a navy blue t- shirt, and threw it on. I gradually made it to my bed, where I collapsed onto the comforter, which felt like unsticky marshmallows.
"Ahhh..." I practically orgasmed, and curled up in the sheets like a human taco.
I heard a knock at the door, and peeked my head out of the blankets.
"What?" I called, and struggle out of the sheets.
"Can I come in?" Dad asked, and I knew his hand was already gripping the knob, ready to come in.
"Yeah, come on in." I said rolling my eyes, and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.
I could hear the door open and close and the sound of his feet shuffling into my room. He went over to my bed where he took a seat next to me. We just sat there for a couple of moments; I didn't know what would come out of his mouth, and it made me a little uneasy.
"So..." Dad finally spoke up, "what happened today?" He asked calmly.
"I fell, and not like "I fell" meaning I got beat up or slammed my fist into a wall, I actually fell." I said truthfully and I just knew he wouldn't buy it.
He just nodded his head, and looked down at his entwined fingers.
"What were you doing that caused you to fall?" He asked like I was an idiot.
Why was he grilling me? He should be pleading for my forgiveness. He broke my wrist!
"What kind of question is that, Dad?" I replied loudly, and stood up from the bed.
He just looked up at me, still sitting on my bed.
"After you went out for your walk we heard about what happened today." He informed me.
I let my head drop in defeat, but quickly pulled it back up.
"What did you hear?" I requested, straightening my posture.
What did Ryan tell them?
"That you were very upset... That you broke a lamp and threw down the coat rack." He said, also standing up.
"That's total bullshit!" I spat, and his eyebrows rose at my language.
"First off, I didn't mean to knocked over the lamp, secondly I didn't throw down the coat rack I pushed it away from me and it accidentally fell over, I can't believe Ryan would say all that!" I said quickly and loudly.
"Ryan didn't..." He stated, "Marissa Cooper called, she was worried about you and frankly, so are your mother and I."
MARISSA COOPER!? AND WHO SAYS FRANKLY!?
"What?" I asked despairingly, feeling completely confused by all this.
Marissa had ratted me out? Who the fuck did she think she was?
"Son..." Dad began, and walked closer to me, "just talk to me."
I backed away from him, and looked directly at him when I talked.
"There's nothing to talk about, Dad. I had a bad day, that's all. People have bad days." I told him.
"So then Marissa is lying?" He asked evenly.
"Yes, she's full of crap." I answered back.
"Alright... I believe you." He told me sincerely and I didn't believe him.
"Okay." I replied not knowing where he was going with it. He walked over to me, and placed his hands lightly on my shoulders.
"I love you, Seth. If something is ever bothering you, I hope you know you can always come to me... or your mother." He said sadly, and brushed the hair out of my eyes.
Stop it... stop loving me...
He looked at me hard, kissed my forehead, and exited my room, leaving me standing there. I stood there, right where he left me, for a good five minutes. I sighed, and proceeded to pick up my pants from the floor, and put them back on. I grabbed my shoes from different areas, and slipped them on. I couldn't just let this go... I had to see Marissa.
"We're home, kiddo..." Dad said again compassionately while leaning over the passenger seat. I opened my door, and stepped out, feeling completely dazed. Mom and Ryan were nowhere in sight, and Dad and I slowly started making our way up to the house. He hung his arm over my shoulder and my body instantaneously stiffed up. How I loathed being touched, especially at the time.
Dad took notice of my sudden body change, and lifted his arm a tad.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked apprehensively, and stopped.
I nodded my head; a silent lie, and he retreated his arm back to his side.
"I'm sorry." He said sincerely, and went back to the car to shut the doors.
God, I'm such an asshole.
I walked into the house alone, and for some reason it looked much different to me this time, like something was missing.
"Seth, honey, are you hungry?" Mom called from the kitchen, and I couldn't get my voice loud enough for her to hear me. I dragged my feet into the kitchen, and winced when the bright lights hit me.
There wasn't anything in the world I wanted more then food and sleep. My stomach was practically screaming at me to eat something, but he was my enemy and he feed off my failure. So, I guess sleep would have to do alone tonight.
"No, thanks, Mom. I'm just gonna go to sleep." I replied just above a whisper, while rubbing my tired eyes raw.
"Alight, baby..." She started, walking over to me and planted a wet kiss on my temple and the tip of my ear, "goodnight... I love you." She added, and went back to filling up her coffee filter for the morning.
"Night." I told her, and walked out of the kitchen toward the stairs.
I just about crawled up the flight of steps with my broken arm wrapped across my stomach, and my functioning one aiding me. It seemed like it took me eternity just reaching the halfway point, and when I finally did arrive at the top I was completely wiped out.
From there I walked over to my bedroom, opened the door, and closed it behind me using the heel of my foot. I flipped on the light switch, kicked off my shoes, slipped out of my pants, and pulled off my shirt, which got caught on my cast. I then walked over to my dresser, took out a navy blue t- shirt, and threw it on. I gradually made it to my bed, where I collapsed onto the comforter, which felt like unsticky marshmallows.
"Ahhh..." I practically orgasmed, and curled up in the sheets like a human taco.
I heard a knock at the door, and peeked my head out of the blankets.
"What?" I called, and struggle out of the sheets.
"Can I come in?" Dad asked, and I knew his hand was already gripping the knob, ready to come in.
"Yeah, come on in." I said rolling my eyes, and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.
I could hear the door open and close and the sound of his feet shuffling into my room. He went over to my bed where he took a seat next to me. We just sat there for a couple of moments; I didn't know what would come out of his mouth, and it made me a little uneasy.
"So..." Dad finally spoke up, "what happened today?" He asked calmly.
"I fell, and not like "I fell" meaning I got beat up or slammed my fist into a wall, I actually fell." I said truthfully and I just knew he wouldn't buy it.
He just nodded his head, and looked down at his entwined fingers.
"What were you doing that caused you to fall?" He asked like I was an idiot.
Why was he grilling me? He should be pleading for my forgiveness. He broke my wrist!
"What kind of question is that, Dad?" I replied loudly, and stood up from the bed.
He just looked up at me, still sitting on my bed.
"After you went out for your walk we heard about what happened today." He informed me.
I let my head drop in defeat, but quickly pulled it back up.
"What did you hear?" I requested, straightening my posture.
What did Ryan tell them?
"That you were very upset... That you broke a lamp and threw down the coat rack." He said, also standing up.
"That's total bullshit!" I spat, and his eyebrows rose at my language.
"First off, I didn't mean to knocked over the lamp, secondly I didn't throw down the coat rack I pushed it away from me and it accidentally fell over, I can't believe Ryan would say all that!" I said quickly and loudly.
"Ryan didn't..." He stated, "Marissa Cooper called, she was worried about you and frankly, so are your mother and I."
MARISSA COOPER!? AND WHO SAYS FRANKLY!?
"What?" I asked despairingly, feeling completely confused by all this.
Marissa had ratted me out? Who the fuck did she think she was?
"Son..." Dad began, and walked closer to me, "just talk to me."
I backed away from him, and looked directly at him when I talked.
"There's nothing to talk about, Dad. I had a bad day, that's all. People have bad days." I told him.
"So then Marissa is lying?" He asked evenly.
"Yes, she's full of crap." I answered back.
"Alright... I believe you." He told me sincerely and I didn't believe him.
"Okay." I replied not knowing where he was going with it. He walked over to me, and placed his hands lightly on my shoulders.
"I love you, Seth. If something is ever bothering you, I hope you know you can always come to me... or your mother." He said sadly, and brushed the hair out of my eyes.
Stop it... stop loving me...
He looked at me hard, kissed my forehead, and exited my room, leaving me standing there. I stood there, right where he left me, for a good five minutes. I sighed, and proceeded to pick up my pants from the floor, and put them back on. I grabbed my shoes from different areas, and slipped them on. I couldn't just let this go... I had to see Marissa.