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Authors: Kathryn Andrews
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about the past year, including your uppity bitch girlfriend, can all just burn in hell for all I care.”
Beau gasps and his look changes to one of pain.
I’ve hurt him. I wanted a reaction from him, and now that I have it, I regret it. My hands are shaking and the visceral change in his body language to my words is almost alarming.
His whiskey eyes glisten back at me and then narrow, “Are you finished?”
Continuing to glare at him, I say nothing.
“Get out of my car.” His voice is low but it drips with pure hatred.
And just like he always does, he gets the last word. I step out onto the road and slam the door never looking back.
I DECIDE TO not drop back into the café. I’ve thought about it plenty of times, even found myself walking that way, but what would be the point? She has a boyfriend and knowing this just reminds me that she never cared enough for me to be one.
Mostly, my days consist of the same routine; tennis with Nate in the morning, lunch at the loft with Matt, and then we set out exploring.
New York City in the summer is a great place to be. There are tons of street markets, festivals, and live outdoor concerts. So far, our favorite activities have been to head down to Brooklyn Bridge Park on Sundays to Smorgasburg and over to Washington Square Park for the free music.
Smorgasburg is a weekly food festival that has over 100 different vendors. On each trip down to the park, Matt and I have tried something different and unique. It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I love food but here, it has been exceptional. My favorite to date is the falafel burger with tatziki sauce. I’m determined to learn how to make it.
Over the last couple of days, I’ve been watching Matt pretty closely. He’s quieted back down. It’s strange. He goes through these phases where we think he is coming out of his shell, talking and socializing more but then he’ll revert right back. I can’t figure out what the trigger is that causes this.
“Little dude, what’s wrong with you?” I say stretching my legs out in the grass of the park. The sun is out today. There’s a slight breeze, and lucky for us, we found a spot in the shade.
He looks down and takes a sip of his Vermont maple lemonade.
“I want to stay here with you.” He has mentioned this several times but I know that Mom will never go for it. I wouldn’t mind. He’s a good kid and I could always threaten with the one slip up and he’s shipped back.
“I know you do pal, and if I thought for one minute that mom would agree to it, there would be no further discussion. I want you here, you need to know this.” We’ve all spent so much of our lives feeling unwanted. More than anything, I want life to be so much better and different for Matt.
I do understand where he’s coming from. Just the thought of being in that house alone with mom makes me uncomfortable.
Our father was a very abusive man, both emotionally and physically. Well, physically to me that is. For years we lived in fear of him and tried to stay as far away from him as possible. Month after month, and day by day though, he seemed to get worse.
He loved being in the public eye and he lived his life like he was entitled. He worked his sick twisted charm on unsuspecting people, and over time, had most of the community singing his praises. Most that is.
Drew is a swimmer. Dad never took his frustrations out on him. Only me. So much time has passed that the only two things I will remember of my childhood are Leila and him beating me.
In the end, I wish that I had stood up to him, but instead I cowered down. It was Drew who finally finished our decade of torture. Drew walked into the kitchen that April afternoon, took one look at what he had done to our mother and me, and something in him finally flipped. Drew pulverized our father, and in return, saved us. Once all statements were taken, in combination with him running his mouth, the charges filed against him were
Beau gasps and his look changes to one of pain.
I’ve hurt him. I wanted a reaction from him, and now that I have it, I regret it. My hands are shaking and the visceral change in his body language to my words is almost alarming.
His whiskey eyes glisten back at me and then narrow, “Are you finished?”
Continuing to glare at him, I say nothing.
“Get out of my car.” His voice is low but it drips with pure hatred.
And just like he always does, he gets the last word. I step out onto the road and slam the door never looking back.
I DECIDE TO not drop back into the café. I’ve thought about it plenty of times, even found myself walking that way, but what would be the point? She has a boyfriend and knowing this just reminds me that she never cared enough for me to be one.
Mostly, my days consist of the same routine; tennis with Nate in the morning, lunch at the loft with Matt, and then we set out exploring.
New York City in the summer is a great place to be. There are tons of street markets, festivals, and live outdoor concerts. So far, our favorite activities have been to head down to Brooklyn Bridge Park on Sundays to Smorgasburg and over to Washington Square Park for the free music.
Smorgasburg is a weekly food festival that has over 100 different vendors. On each trip down to the park, Matt and I have tried something different and unique. It’s no secret to anyone who knows me that I love food but here, it has been exceptional. My favorite to date is the falafel burger with tatziki sauce. I’m determined to learn how to make it.
Over the last couple of days, I’ve been watching Matt pretty closely. He’s quieted back down. It’s strange. He goes through these phases where we think he is coming out of his shell, talking and socializing more but then he’ll revert right back. I can’t figure out what the trigger is that causes this.
“Little dude, what’s wrong with you?” I say stretching my legs out in the grass of the park. The sun is out today. There’s a slight breeze, and lucky for us, we found a spot in the shade.
He looks down and takes a sip of his Vermont maple lemonade.
“I want to stay here with you.” He has mentioned this several times but I know that Mom will never go for it. I wouldn’t mind. He’s a good kid and I could always threaten with the one slip up and he’s shipped back.
“I know you do pal, and if I thought for one minute that mom would agree to it, there would be no further discussion. I want you here, you need to know this.” We’ve all spent so much of our lives feeling unwanted. More than anything, I want life to be so much better and different for Matt.
I do understand where he’s coming from. Just the thought of being in that house alone with mom makes me uncomfortable.
Our father was a very abusive man, both emotionally and physically. Well, physically to me that is. For years we lived in fear of him and tried to stay as far away from him as possible. Month after month, and day by day though, he seemed to get worse.
He loved being in the public eye and he lived his life like he was entitled. He worked his sick twisted charm on unsuspecting people, and over time, had most of the community singing his praises. Most that is.
Drew is a swimmer. Dad never took his frustrations out on him. Only me. So much time has passed that the only two things I will remember of my childhood are Leila and him beating me.
In the end, I wish that I had stood up to him, but instead I cowered down. It was Drew who finally finished our decade of torture. Drew walked into the kitchen that April afternoon, took one look at what he had done to our mother and me, and something in him finally flipped. Drew pulverized our father, and in return, saved us. Once all statements were taken, in combination with him running his mouth, the charges filed against him were
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