‘’What were you up to last night?’’
Sweet Jesus, that’s the twelfth one today. What is up with these girls?
Just so you know what this is all about, my name is Michael and I am that popular guy in school. Whoever wants to be cool and get in the centre of attention is - in my term - mentally ill. Of course the exact stroke of injustice had to befall me. I can’t recall when did all these girls start to swoon around me or since when do the biggest jocks and bullies look upon me with fearful respect. This all might sound pretty cool, but believe me, it’s not. I have to constantly watch over my reputation, what I say, how I act. If I combed my hair a centimetre to the left more the previous day, rumours about me would surely spread, how I hired a new hair stylist that doesn’t know shit about her job or that a volcano woke up underneath my house and with its first earth tremors tilted my mirror wrong. Anyways, I couldn’t just calmly type back what I did last night. I didn’t even want to know what would happen if they heard the truth. I proceeded to close my eyes with a buried face in my palms.
Rattling dishes, shutting doors, a storm of insults. Hate and anger were heavily drifting in the air and spread across the house like an acrid smell of sulphur. ‘’Bitch! How dare you? You whore! There is no way you will be spreading your gonorrhoea in this house, you hear me? Now scram!’’ Mom’s arguments countered the walls with a pinch of self-pity. Bang after bang. He hit her, she landed on the floor. She staggered into the kitchen corner, reaching for a knife. ‘’Just… one more time… Don’t you dare,’’ she somehow spat during a hysterical cry. Father hurled into her. ‘’Don’t even think about it! Unarm yourself immediately!’’ He pins her to the wall, her breath was taken away with barely any strength to scratch him around the neck. Another shower of swearing and lurching to the kitchen towel. A child’s cry. I turn to only now realize my little sister behind me, witnessing the scene with eyes wide open. Sadness and fear emit from the girls face. Crash, went an expensive vase against the wall right above my head. A sister’s shriek and mom’s cry. Fathers furniture rampage. ‘’You are a hell of a mom,’’ he mockingly exclaimed, but I know too well that he doesn’t give a hint of a care for Emma and me. Spitting on mothers palms. Angry muttering and pleased snickering. Knives, forks, streams of tears and blood strikes again. Quickly, I grab Emma, wrap her in a blanket and dart out of this hell hole. Loud stiff thumping feet on a stairway, my panting and Emma’s whine. Promising that everything will be all right. Assuring that there is no need to worry. I open the front door and continue to run. At the end of the street I stand and hear alarming sirens in front of our block, the first curious people start gathering. Tears race across my cheeks as I’m barely aware of them. I cleave harder to Emma. Today is just one of those nights, when we will be over-nighting in a shelter.
I took a deep breath and placed my perspiring fingers on the keyboard, typing
''Eh, nothing special. Hanging out with pals around the town, went for a beer and such. You know.’’
I sensed vibrations of giggling and charmed sighs from the other side of the line.