Tag: father

  • Pictures

    “If you come this weekend, I swear it will be a party you’ll never forget,” Joe said the third time he called in the last thirty minutes.  “Why are you desperate for me to come to this one party?  You’ve never really been into going to parties before now.”  I cradled my cell phone against…

  • Vanishing Act

    “You’re the only one who hasn’t let me down,” I whispered.  “Why do you have to leave me now?”  “I have to go,” Sarah whispered back.  “I can’t stay here any longer.  If I don’t go back to college they are not going to let me back in with my scholarships.  I’ll be back as much as…

  • Very Personal

    “It is very personal.  How can it not be?  I was attached!”  I knew I was practically yelling, but I couldn’t help it.  I just couldn’t believe what Flynn had just revealed to me.  Everything I had worked so hard to separate myself from my family, from my past and Flynn was bringing it all back up.  “But I didn’t realize…

  • A Hobby

    “Please come  up with a hobby for my father.  He is driving me crazy.  He comes over all the time and he literally follows me around the house.  All.  Day.  Long.”  There was silence on the line before I heard giggling.  “I’m not sure what you are laughing about.  This is a serious problem.”  My cousin continued to…

  • Talks

    “My father always had these talks with me,” I told Meleia.  “I keep thinking I will grow out of this phase, but here we are.”  I watched Meleia put on her makeup and only wished I could get away with it.  Being that it was only my dad and I, he kept a tight leash on what was going…

  • The Darkened House

    Every night, I walked through the house with the lights off.  It was a ritual I started when I turned eighteen and was living alone for the first time.  Too many movies and podcasts about true crime and murder to not make sure I was locking all the doors and windows before I went to sleep.  It quickly became…

  • Dreaming My Life Away

    “I told you dreaming would do you no good.  It will do nothing.  Your life is here,” my father kicked the soil and I hoped he didn’t move the seeds I had so carefully planted.  “I know what you have said, but I can’t stop.  I don’t know what I am supposed to do when…

  • Saving My Father

    “I know there are more than this,” Jason demanded.  “If you don’t give them to me you will die.  And so will your father.  But his death will be much slower and more painful.”  I knew Jason and I knew what he was capable of.  Hurting my dad was new, but not unexpected.  In the past all his rage had been solely directed at…

  • Quarrel

    That night, father and son quarreled.  Only I knew that this would be the last time they would fight in front of me.  This was the last straw.  My bag was already packed in the back of my closet with everything I thought I needed.  The cigarettes and flask my father was always looking for were hidden in the loose floorboard…

  • Returning Home

    I always knew I would never be able to go home.  The moment I stepped out the front door when I was eighteen, I knew I was completely on my own.  My father always told me he was surprised he was going to be a father again and once I hit puberty, he spent more of his…