"nokia called." my father said, completely out of the blue when he was driving me home. "they were wondering how you were liking your phone." i froze. i stared strait ahead, my mind franticaly buzzing, trying to find a way around this. "...kay?" i asked, trying to sound clueless. "the one you bought in october." "i didnt..." i stammered. "so how are you liking your phone?" " i dont have a phone. i dont know what they're talking about." my heart was racing so hard in my chest, my nervousness intensified 5 times by the fact i was not completely sober. i was sure he saw right through my weak attempts at covering my ass. "you're saying you didnt buy a phone?" "ya. i dont have a phone." fuck thankfully i was saved by him asking about brent. it made me laugh inwardly at how brent calling me was more important than a secret phone i had been hiding from them for almost a year. Dads. they're all the same. always thinking every boy is just out for one thing and they'll manipulate poor defenseless girls to get it. poor defenseless girls being me. he never liked brent, and he never missed an opportunity to tell me how i could do so much better. i always shook his words off, regarding them as rubbish. but now i hate how he was right. i was so determined on making our relationship work that i didnt stop to ask if it was really worth it.
my dad pulled in to my garage, still talking about how i need to tell my parents everything that goes on with him because they're concerned. ya, i am too. why did he call me? he was supposed to be in bc. he wouldnt ever pay long distance charges to call me. unless he wasnt in bc. he was still in calgary, he lied about leaving. what a sleaze. i never thought he acctualy left. it just didnt seem like a brent thing to do. i figured it was just a call for attention. it made me sick, the things he'd do. "i'm going to od on crack" oh ya really. great, i hope you're happy leaving your death on my concience. douche.
i kept deep in thought all the way to the house and into my room. i was still buzzing with adrenaline from the close nokia call and from the confusion of the brent deal when i noticed my pillow was kind of moved, as if someone had checked underneath it. shit.. i walked closer. yep, you could see my phone clearly. my parents probably came in here after the phone call to investigate and had found it. that is one thing i hate about my parents. if they find something they dont take it and confront you with it. they'll bring it up casualy and i'd lie because i thought they dont know for sure. it sure got me in a lot of trouble. but i keep lying anyways. thatss one thing i dont like about brent. he made me lie so much to my parents that it almost seems natural. that its easier to lie than to tell the truth. i'm not a very rightious person when it comes to morals. i deffinetly dont have any whatsoever.
my dad pulled in to my garage, still talking about how i need to tell my parents everything that goes on with him because they're concerned. ya, i am too. why did he call me? he was supposed to be in bc. he wouldnt ever pay long distance charges to call me. unless he wasnt in bc. he was still in calgary, he lied about leaving. what a sleaze. i never thought he acctualy left. it just didnt seem like a brent thing to do. i figured it was just a call for attention. it made me sick, the things he'd do. "i'm going to od on crack" oh ya really. great, i hope you're happy leaving your death on my concience. douche.
i kept deep in thought all the way to the house and into my room. i was still buzzing with adrenaline from the close nokia call and from the confusion of the brent deal when i noticed my pillow was kind of moved, as if someone had checked underneath it. shit.. i walked closer. yep, you could see my phone clearly. my parents probably came in here after the phone call to investigate and had found it. that is one thing i hate about my parents. if they find something they dont take it and confront you with it. they'll bring it up casualy and i'd lie because i thought they dont know for sure. it sure got me in a lot of trouble. but i keep lying anyways. thatss one thing i dont like about brent. he made me lie so much to my parents that it almost seems natural. that its easier to lie than to tell the truth. i'm not a very rightious person when it comes to morals. i deffinetly dont have any whatsoever.
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