3. Meet The Father
Jamie Thompson is my name.
My moms name was Julie.
I grab a shirt and put it on. Then grab a pair of jeans with it. I run down stair and head towards the kitchen. Passing the living room on the way where I see me father passed out on the couch.
I see a woman with red curly hair on the other side of the couch on her phone. She looks up at me, then nudges my father, waking him up. "Gmhp... Where's my breakfast?"
He yells at me. I give an evil and confused look at the woman.
My father notices.
"None of your fucking buissness" he yells.
He tries to stand up, but loses his balance and falls agains a kitchen chair, still holding a whiskey bottle.
"Get to school. Your to fat to eat"
the women stand up behind him rubbing his back.
"Let the poor thing eat."
"He dosnt need it. Look at him! Waist of space. Get!"
I go to the other room, gathering up my bag and book. I hear him say something to the woman then she giggles. When I walk past she has her tongue halfway down him throat as she's pushed against the counter. She sees my looking. Then my dad turns around.
"Get out of here you little skank!"
"Need a condom?" I yell back.
"You little bastard"
i hear him grumble as he rushes towards me, but I slam the door and run down the block.
I was sure to get a beating for that when I get home.