Sons

An accurate description of how my dad feels about me.

Sons. I have three of them. A thirteen year old named Christian and two nine year old twins named Matthew and Joshua. Christian, whom I despise more than anything, is short, extremely smart, lazy, dark-skinned, with onyx black hair, and dark brown eyes. The twins, who I love more than my own life, are tall, hard-working, not very smart, and light-skinned, with blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. These are accurate descriptions of my everyday. Christian, my own personal hell, wakes up, takes, a shower, and brushes his teeth. A moment later he is out the door and in the van. Next my twins awaken, get up, eat breakfast and we all leave. On the way to drop Christian off, everything is silent. As soon as he has one foot off the van sound erupts. He turns around and I know hes thinking of flipping the bird. He changes his mind, stalks off in an angry huff, and walks in to the school. I drop the twins off with a heavy heart, wishing they didn't have to further their education. I drive home, turn on the Wii and play MOHH2 for 7 straight hours.  I leave to pick up the boys and decide to pick the twins up first. My heart suddenly becomes alot lighter as they hop into the van. I pick up Christian who is hugging his girlfriend with a smile on his face. How he got a girl like that I'll never know. I doubt he will either. He talks about a fact he learned he thought was interesting but I just block it out. We get home, I go play MOHH2 again, blocking out the world. My wife calls me for dinner and I go eat. Christian comes in about an hour later, sweating and smiling. I ask him where hese been and he says none of your business. I know hes really thinking "none of your damn business you crazy old f**k." He goes back outside and his brothers follow. They try to play with him but he tells them to go away. One of them tries to play tag with him but as soon as he sticks his hand out his brother punches him in the nose while bending his arm around his back. I should never have payed for his martial arts instruction or his black belt. I ran outside and notice blood drippind in steady streams down his brothers face. I tell him hes outside for the night he shrugs thinking "Faget Old man go jack off on sone gay s**t or something." I go back in with his brothers and I sit and play the Wii again. I awake in the morning and it happens all over.

Reviews

[Chris Parker]

I love you babe. And you got me bc your short, extremely smart, lazy, dark-skinned, with onyx black hair, and dark brown eyes. And well I think writing would work for you bc repressed anger is a good start!!