| Sunday, May 28, 2006 Pieces Tangled a Million Times Over Celtic Frost---"Monotheist" MoTW---"Class of 1984" As I pondered the meaning of the reversed doorknob, father walked out of his bathroom. (Why he had his own bathroom has caused me many restless nights. I don't if it was because of his extremely smelly bowel movements or because he was special, but that bathroom was off limits to all, except for mom, when she cleaned it, and guests.) "What's this?" I asked pointing at the doorknob. "I'm sorry, it's not me," he said moving close enough for me to smell the Hai Karate. "It's your mother. You know how she gets when she's had a couple drinks." This was true. Christmas Eve was the only time she showed any sort of love towards me, and this was because she was tipsy. "But why? What's the point of locking me in my room?" "She thinks you need to be controlled. She feels that you're on downward spiral and that this will help correct the path your life is currently on. Or something like that. Remember, she was a bit drunk and rambled on quite a bit." "Why did you marry that bitch? She's obviously not doing too well considering you had to adopt me and Geoff." "You also have a sister that came from me and your mother you dumb, forgetful shit," he said and then hit me square in the face with both fists. When I woke up my little sister was standing over me, holding her favourite doll, Mrs Beasley. "Pull the string," she said holding the doll out to me "Not right now, Noelle," I said as I got to my feet. "Daddy hit you and you fell. You went boom," she said, the doll momentarily forgotten. "Yeah, and I guess that destroys that bond I thought we had. No more hookers for me!" "What? What are hookers? Me and Mrs Beasley want to know, so pull her string!" "Just leave me alone!" She ran away crying and that's the last I saw of her for a few weeks. A few hours later mom came back from her tennis outing and I was waiting for her in the kitchen. "Someone's been stealing cookies from the freezer," she said as she filled the tea kettle with water. "It's not your sister since she's too innocent, besides which I don't see her around much. Does she still live here? Was she taken away by them?" I almost asked who "them" but decided against it, at least for the time being. She continued. "And it's not your brother since he's going to college and doesn't need to steal anything. Therefore it's you that's been stealing the cookies. That's why were going to start locking you in your room at night and why you need to be in your room at seven, unless it's a work night." Not exactly the explanation dad had given me, but close enough I suppose. COMING NEXT: A loved one is destroyed |
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