Tag: fight

  • The Scuffle

    “Was there a scuffle?”  I stared at my shoes as the principal quizzed me.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Savannah staring at him defiantly.  I wondered how she could be so brave at a time like this.  “Of course there was a scuffle.  You know because you’ve already watched the video.”  I knew Savannah…

  • Any Amount of Crazy

    “Didn’t we expect for that to happen?”  Leah said as we watched the police take Ada to the cruiser in handcuffs.  Ada was still struggling and yelling over her shoulder at Jackson.  I stared and took another long drink of my wine.  I felt bad for Ada, I really did, but I had just witnessed the most outrageous amount of…

  • Two Days

    “I haven’t slept in two days.  I literally can’t go anywhere with you.  I am going straight to bed.”  I tried to gently push my way through the party and to my room.  I wanted to go straight to bed and didn’t want to talk to anyone.  “Claire, you should stay.  This will be the…

  • Getting Kicked Out

    “You are not coming back.  No matter what your mother says.  Or your aunt.  If you want to get your things out of the house, you should come when I am at work.  I’ll know when you get there and you will have exactly one hour to get your things and leave.  Or I will call the police.”  I read my father’s email several times and wondered…

  • No Idea

    “He has no idea of what he is doing here.  You can’t let Zeke stay here when that’s all he is doing here,” I told Madison.  I pulled her arm toward Zeke.  “You have to get him to leave.  Now.”  “Why would I ask him to leave?  I want him to stay,” Madison slurred as…

  • Updates

    “Call me when you get there.  Or at least send a text so we have some idea of what is going on and that you’re all right.”  I couldn’t believe my aunt.  Literally couldn’t believe her.  My mom and I were heading back to our house after spending the last two days helping my aunt pack…

  • 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…