Frictional Faith

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Ridley II posted at 8:30 PM

Once again it was a weekend at my Dad's. Once every month, I would travel all the way to the other end of town to stay with my Dad, along with my stepmother and my half brother.

Funny how life turned out for my parents. They were sure as hell that they were going to be together forever - they met in high school. It all started with my mum. She had a crush on my Dad, a senior. They had their first proper conversation after my Dad bumped into my Mum at the library. Study sessions became study dates. That progressed to dates, they got even more intimate and boom my Mum got pregnant with me.

They seemed perfect to me while I was growing up. The keyword was seemed. My Dad cheated on my Mum. My suicide attempt back when I was 15 did bring them close together, only for a short while. Forever does not exist.

That weekend I was spending at my Dad's was also their anniversary (my stepmother and my dad). My mum wanted to spend time over at my grandmother's that same weekend. I had no other option but to go to my Dad's anyway.

My stepmother was a pretty spontaneous lady, quite the opposite from my mother. She was outspoken. My mother liked to keep thoughts to herself. They were going to party it up at the pier with their friends.

My stepbrother and I were left with a sum of money and the house. My Dad had given me the keys to his pick up, he felt bad. My dad's a pretty cool person I guess. As much as I wanted to, I could not find a reason to hate him.

Thank God (or whatever that empty cosmic space is) for the pickup truck. There was no way in hell I was going to sit in the house and hear my stepbrother have hot sex with yet another chick.

Kyle texted.

"Wanna hang?"

Fucking Kyle. Why was he not born a Kylie instead? Why can't it be Jane texting me on a regular basis instead?

Oh boy, I would "hang" with her alright.

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