The sound of muffled yelling filters through the walls—something about the dishwasher. I roll over in bed and plug in my headphones, cranking the volume.
Not my problem.
It's my birthday today. Eighteen. You'd think that would mean something.
> "Dante! Dinner!"
Walking down the stairs I see my mom. Shes clearly tired. I can see the stress under her eyes.
"Hey Mom, how's it going"
"Oh Dante come come"
"Your dad's joining us for dinner tonight"
Great, dad's home early. Whenever he comes home early either someone pissed him off at the office or he got sent home for drinking on the job And with the smell of vodka setting in i think I know why he's here.
I'll just be quiet and try to make the dinner go by fast.
Sitting in my chair, staring at my plate.
Mom ordered pizza again.
"Really Elizabeth, you can't cook for once in your life"
"Sorry love.. I umm got caught at the dinner and I didn't know when you would be home"
We sat in silence for a bit, no one talking.
Barely even eating
"So, dante how's school going" My dad trying to break the silence
"I graduated last month"
....
"How's looking for a job going,maybe you lazy ass can actually help out around here"
"I can't find a job because those fucking Mexican keep coming in and stealing jobs"
"Dante! Don't talk like that!" My mom screamed at me.
"What let the man speak his mind my dad said in a sarcastic tone
"Turns 18 and thinks he's on top of the world"
"I might think I'm on top of the world but at least I'm not a fat drunk"
My dad snaps, standing infuriated.
"YOU CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT BUT AT LEAST I HAVE MY LIFE TOGETHER"
"Micheal please" My mom's voice pleading but ignored
"What life, you have a shitty job where you take phone calls all day and kiss people ass', you have no friends and all you do for fun is drink."
"I'm going to my room"
As I stand and start to leave he screaming
"The Fuck you are!"
He grabs my arm and rushes me to the door
"You think you have such a good future, prove it"