Short story
Uploaded by joeydaprof on Jun 12, 2006
“Its not my fault! I don’t work! Don’t take it out on me!” I yelled.
“It is your fault! You never do anything to help around this house,” he yelled in reply.
“Yes I do. I help out when you’ve asked!”
“Yeah when you’re asked! You have no idea how much effort and money I put into this house. And you don’t even appreciate it! You are all so selfish. You have no idea what its like in the real world.”
I stopped myself from replying. He was in one of those moods again. Ever since mum had started working dad had taken it upon himself to act like a dickhead almost every night of the week. He was always complaining about something. If it wasn’t the state of our rooms, it was the state of the kitchen or sometimes the whole house in general.
“This house is a pigsty,” he would say. I could almost pick the precise moment he would say it.
I picked up my bowl of scrambled eggs and walked through the kitchen and just as I was about to pass him, he started up again.
“Where do you think you’re going? I haven’t finished yet!” Finished what? Being a shit or giving me chores to do I thought.
“Don’t you make that face at me,” he said loudly. I controlled the urge to roll my eyes. This was just getting worse.
“Have you emptied the dishwasher yet?”
“Yes.”
“Have you fed the cat? She’s still hanging around.”
“Yes.”
“Have you cleared up all the mess you made?”
I didn’t make any mess but what the hell …
“Yes.”
“Don’t go getting smart with me!” he exclaimed, his voice rising even more.
“I’m not! At least I'm trying not to. I was just answering your questions, that’s all,” I said defiantly.
“Don’t argue with me. Go clean your bathroom and when you’re done you can do our ensuite as well.”
What?! I thought. This is getting ridiculous. I had to bite my tongue to keep from protesting and consequently causing more trouble.
“Yep ok.” I replied with a fake smile.
“Good. Off you go. Don’t come back out until you are finished and don’t stop until you are finished either,” he said without even glancing at me.
He always went on about how he worked so hard and brought all the money into this house. I wish mum was here, she always seemed to make me feel better and calm...