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many, but at
least it would be out there on the table. At least Ma had her damn
flowers and happy little fucked-in-the-head pills to let her
escape. I was stuck in reality hell with this asshole.
It can't get much
worse, I thought sarcastically. I'm wrong,
of course. Shit can always get worse, unfortunately. Fact of life,
right there.
No matter. It was only two years before
graduation and then I'd be long gone from this crap hole. Let the
Old Man stew in his own failures for a change.
24
Knock. Knock.
Knock.
The persistent tapping boomed in my ears,
heading ringing sharply. My stomach swirled slightly as I got up
from the comfort and silence of my bed. I rubbed the sides of my
temples harshly, trying to push back the pain. My breath still
slightly wreaked of last nights festivities. With a horse cough and
a heavy sigh, I wrenched myself out of bed. So much for
napping.
The cool breeze of the hallway hit my face,
slapping my senses awake.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I checked the flowered clock on the wall.
10:52 am.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“For fuck's sake it's a Sunday! Give me a
minute!” I muttered angrily. You'd think if no one answered by now
they'd get the hint and leave. As I tried to imagine why someone
would be so insistent, it hit me.
Desperately, I began to
piece together the jumbled mess of shit that was last night, small
fragments of Joanna filtered through my clouded mind, but still
nothing solid. The faint scent of lavender wafted off my fingertips
as I ran my hand across the stinging pain on my neck. I guess she
really had liked it rough. My hands tingled as all the muscles in
my groin began to ache. Short snippets of touching, kissing, and
screaming flashed through my memories. I had a hard time
distinguishing between any of it. I didn't know anything! I had no
idea what the fuck happened last night, and I regretted that
deeply. The pang of wanting to remember bore into my heart yet
again. Thousands of questions instantly erupted into my
thoughts. Was it good? Did she like it? Of
course she liked it, Stupid, she came back! I thought as the eagerness at the front door
continued.
Knock! Knock!
My heart caught in my
throat as I looked down at my disheveled state. Oh, shit! Fear washed over my face,
the swirling gurgling sensation coming back with a vengeance. I
couldn't decide whether to run and hide or puke on the
stairs.
Knock, knock,
knock!
The pounding at the door
was coming more fiercely and wanting than ever. The raging vortex
of bile and whiskey in my stomach failing to subside. My shaking
hands quickly smoothing down the wrinkles in my shirt, fingers
doing their best to wrangle my mess of hair. I had to push forward.
I had to open that door!
Despite the overwhelming
urge to upchuck, I couldn't hold back the school boy grin that was
spreading across my face. Shakespeare, you
old dog!
Grabbing a chalky mint
from the table drawer by the door, I braced myself. Stay calm, Man. Be cool. Be cool, I prepped.
Turning the handle, smile in place, I
opened the door to my destiny.
The sudden whoosh of air through the opened
door felt good against my sweating skin. Hard bony knuckles
accompanied the coolness of the air, soaring straight for my face.
Before I had time to react, they made clear precise contact with
the side of my already tender face.
Wham!
I stumbled back slightly,
completely unfocused and confused, ready to vomit now more than
ever. My face was on fire, blazing and throbbing, screaming in
pain. I touched the already swelling bump of my cheek as my eyes
settled on him.
My comprehension was
lacking, but my hatred reigned as I glared back at my dear
brother. News sure does travel
fast, I thought with a smile. Before I had
a chance to gloat, it occurred to me that I might actually have to
fight back. Curling my fingers into their trademark snarl, I
readied myself to attack.
Bam!
Twinkling bubbles of flashing lights mixed
with wisps of darkness invaded my everything. My teeth
least it would be out there on the table. At least Ma had her damn
flowers and happy little fucked-in-the-head pills to let her
escape. I was stuck in reality hell with this asshole.
It can't get much
worse, I thought sarcastically. I'm wrong,
of course. Shit can always get worse, unfortunately. Fact of life,
right there.
No matter. It was only two years before
graduation and then I'd be long gone from this crap hole. Let the
Old Man stew in his own failures for a change.
24
Knock. Knock.
Knock.
The persistent tapping boomed in my ears,
heading ringing sharply. My stomach swirled slightly as I got up
from the comfort and silence of my bed. I rubbed the sides of my
temples harshly, trying to push back the pain. My breath still
slightly wreaked of last nights festivities. With a horse cough and
a heavy sigh, I wrenched myself out of bed. So much for
napping.
The cool breeze of the hallway hit my face,
slapping my senses awake.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I checked the flowered clock on the wall.
10:52 am.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“For fuck's sake it's a Sunday! Give me a
minute!” I muttered angrily. You'd think if no one answered by now
they'd get the hint and leave. As I tried to imagine why someone
would be so insistent, it hit me.
Desperately, I began to
piece together the jumbled mess of shit that was last night, small
fragments of Joanna filtered through my clouded mind, but still
nothing solid. The faint scent of lavender wafted off my fingertips
as I ran my hand across the stinging pain on my neck. I guess she
really had liked it rough. My hands tingled as all the muscles in
my groin began to ache. Short snippets of touching, kissing, and
screaming flashed through my memories. I had a hard time
distinguishing between any of it. I didn't know anything! I had no
idea what the fuck happened last night, and I regretted that
deeply. The pang of wanting to remember bore into my heart yet
again. Thousands of questions instantly erupted into my
thoughts. Was it good? Did she like it? Of
course she liked it, Stupid, she came back! I thought as the eagerness at the front door
continued.
Knock! Knock!
My heart caught in my
throat as I looked down at my disheveled state. Oh, shit! Fear washed over my face,
the swirling gurgling sensation coming back with a vengeance. I
couldn't decide whether to run and hide or puke on the
stairs.
Knock, knock,
knock!
The pounding at the door
was coming more fiercely and wanting than ever. The raging vortex
of bile and whiskey in my stomach failing to subside. My shaking
hands quickly smoothing down the wrinkles in my shirt, fingers
doing their best to wrangle my mess of hair. I had to push forward.
I had to open that door!
Despite the overwhelming
urge to upchuck, I couldn't hold back the school boy grin that was
spreading across my face. Shakespeare, you
old dog!
Grabbing a chalky mint
from the table drawer by the door, I braced myself. Stay calm, Man. Be cool. Be cool, I prepped.
Turning the handle, smile in place, I
opened the door to my destiny.
The sudden whoosh of air through the opened
door felt good against my sweating skin. Hard bony knuckles
accompanied the coolness of the air, soaring straight for my face.
Before I had time to react, they made clear precise contact with
the side of my already tender face.
Wham!
I stumbled back slightly,
completely unfocused and confused, ready to vomit now more than
ever. My face was on fire, blazing and throbbing, screaming in
pain. I touched the already swelling bump of my cheek as my eyes
settled on him.
My comprehension was
lacking, but my hatred reigned as I glared back at my dear
brother. News sure does travel
fast, I thought with a smile. Before I had
a chance to gloat, it occurred to me that I might actually have to
fight back. Curling my fingers into their trademark snarl, I
readied myself to attack.
Bam!
Twinkling bubbles of flashing lights mixed
with wisps of darkness invaded my everything. My teeth
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