Below

He sat below me, on the floor of my bedroom. Staring at the wall with an intent anger. He wasn’t talking to me, this was the silent treatment. It was childish and annoying, but this was his way of getting his point across. I wasn’t sure how he thought this was effective, or if he knew it wasn’t but decided to do it anyway. I had now sat my book next to me after folding the corner of my page. “Talk to me,” I begged.

He shook his head. He was upset that I told him how upset his family made me. He was furious actually. Finally, he turned and his deep brown eyes glared at me. “Stop acting like this,” I snapped back at him. Standing up he shook his head again. This man was blind to everything his family had done to him. He was blind to how much they truly used him.

So, here he was sitting below me on the floor, but now I realized I was below his family…the ones that abused him, use him, and hate me…great.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems