the candles blew, then disappeared
Oct. 29th, 2010 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
confidencemanThey're fighting again.
My momma and my pa, they fight a lot these days. Usually pa comes home late from work, and his breath smells kind of spicy on the way home, the kind of spicy that gets to his head real quick and makes him wobble around the house like his legs ain't so good anymore. And momma, sometimes she just gets this sorry look on her face, the kind that she has when I've been bad and left my homework 'til too late. That just makes my pa angrier.
Today, pa comes back with his face all red and his eyes shining like someone lit them on fire, and he comes up the stairs in a way that makes me wonder if I'd done something wrong again, or if he's gonna spank me. Maybe he'll even hit momma, I think to myself, even if he never hit momma before and says that the worst thing a man can do is hit a woman. He told me that. That's why I don't never hit girls. 'Cause then I might grow up into a bad man.
Even momma can tell that something was real wrong, so she grabs me by my arms and takes me to her room, telling me to stay quiet and to get under the bed. I don't know if it was such a good idea, but I listen anyway. Even though under the bed is where all the monsters sleep at night.
My momma and my pa, they fight a lot these days. Usually pa comes home late from work, and his breath smells kind of spicy on the way home, the kind of spicy that gets to his head real quick and makes him wobble around the house like his legs ain't so good anymore. And momma, sometimes she just gets this sorry look on her face, the kind that she has when I've been bad and left my homework 'til too late. That just makes my pa angrier.
Today, pa comes back with his face all red and his eyes shining like someone lit them on fire, and he comes up the stairs in a way that makes me wonder if I'd done something wrong again, or if he's gonna spank me. Maybe he'll even hit momma, I think to myself, even if he never hit momma before and says that the worst thing a man can do is hit a woman. He told me that. That's why I don't never hit girls. 'Cause then I might grow up into a bad man.
Even momma can tell that something was real wrong, so she grabs me by my arms and takes me to her room, telling me to stay quiet and to get under the bed. I don't know if it was such a good idea, but I listen anyway. Even though under the bed is where all the monsters sleep at night.