The Disappointment
As you pull on a fresh set of clothes, you attempt to distract yourself from the humiliation you just suffered by whistling meekly to yourself. It doesn't work. You'll probably thinking about your Dad's smirk for the next two weeks. If not his smirk, then definitely his dick.
Time to wash away those thoughts with hard liquor! Surely we'll have something around the house for you to drown your anxieties in.
As you make your way to the kitchen, you try not to make eye contact with your father as you pass him in the lounge room. He's stretched out on the lounge, nursing a beer and watching cricket highlights on the TV. You're just about to step through the doorway into the kitchen when he shouts "Hey, little dick!"
You stop in your tracks and slowly turn round to face him. You can't look him in the eye, so you stare at the carpet instead.
"I just got this month's internet bill. We've gone over our monthly limit...again!" he barks, waving a torn envelope at you. "You're going to have to start paying your share, or I'm cutting you off. And I mean it this time!"
"But Dad..." you whine, "I'm trying to save up for my own car."
"You've been saving for that fuckin' car for three years now. I'm shocked you don't have enough for a fuckin' Ferrari at this point!" your Dad slurs, tossing the envelope in your direction.
You decide to say nothing and trudge into the kitchen. You've been spending your entire pay-packet on video games, cigarettes and booze for the last three years anyway, so there's no car on the horizon. You've been secretly hoping that your Dad will just buy you one anyway.
You quickly scan the kitchen for any kind of alcohol that's stronger than beer. Your father keeps a half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter next to the fridge, and you spot an unopened bottle of white wine just behind it. The wine is probably your mother's, but she rarely drinks unless she's had a rough day at work.
So which is it going to be? Dad will murder you if he catches you drinking his JD, and your Mum will definitely notice that her wine has been uncorked. But maybe your Dad won't even noticed that a few shots worth of his whiskey have gone missing? Maybe you can just tell your Mum that her wine bottle rolled off the counter and broke?
Time to wash away those thoughts with hard liquor! Surely we'll have something around the house for you to drown your anxieties in.
As you make your way to the kitchen, you try not to make eye contact with your father as you pass him in the lounge room. He's stretched out on the lounge, nursing a beer and watching cricket highlights on the TV. You're just about to step through the doorway into the kitchen when he shouts "Hey, little dick!"
You stop in your tracks and slowly turn round to face him. You can't look him in the eye, so you stare at the carpet instead.
"I just got this month's internet bill. We've gone over our monthly limit...again!" he barks, waving a torn envelope at you. "You're going to have to start paying your share, or I'm cutting you off. And I mean it this time!"
"But Dad..." you whine, "I'm trying to save up for my own car."
"You've been saving for that fuckin' car for three years now. I'm shocked you don't have enough for a fuckin' Ferrari at this point!" your Dad slurs, tossing the envelope in your direction.
You decide to say nothing and trudge into the kitchen. You've been spending your entire pay-packet on video games, cigarettes and booze for the last three years anyway, so there's no car on the horizon. You've been secretly hoping that your Dad will just buy you one anyway.
You quickly scan the kitchen for any kind of alcohol that's stronger than beer. Your father keeps a half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter next to the fridge, and you spot an unopened bottle of white wine just behind it. The wine is probably your mother's, but she rarely drinks unless she's had a rough day at work.
So which is it going to be? Dad will murder you if he catches you drinking his JD, and your Mum will definitely notice that her wine has been uncorked. But maybe your Dad won't even noticed that a few shots worth of his whiskey have gone missing? Maybe you can just tell your Mum that her wine bottle rolled off the counter and broke?