He Aint Show Up A Chronicle by Nayomi He didnt aim to please. He never has and he wasnt getting ready to start. The two rugrats, the boy and the girl werent of primary concern. Often, hed left the two of them with $40 a piece. The girl carefully fingered pamphlets labeled L12 and the like detailing lo mein dishes paired with duck, beef, or chicken. Shed had enough of Pizza Hut. She began to tire of chicken Alfredo pasta, the burnt crust that overlapped the noodles and scarce sauce. The taste of marinara stayed stagnant on her tongue, their buds as her brother continuously lathered tangerine-colored Buffalo sauce on his wings, fingers. She wasnt greedy, she just hated repetition. She twirled a lock of highlighted honey blonde hair as she ordered 3 cartons of fried rice with sautéed onions and snow peas. The two ate in the mediocrity of silence while watching Avatar for about the fiftieth time. The two had had it memorized to the point that theyd recited the lines in their minds. Blues and bioluminescence glowed from the 46 inch screen as they continued to munch on their rations, attempting to save some for the remainder of the weekend. This was how itd been for some time. The two had come to grips with the reality of it. The Rottweiler with the unfathomable stench had passed. Hed been put down two years ago. He was their saving grace, treasure and now he was gone; just like their father. On the weekends he was to have them in their possession he left, ditching parenthood for nightclubs, $3,000 bottle service, and Louis Vuitton belts and cuff links. This was how it went for months, years. As they nestled into sleep, sharing their fathers Queen-sized bed, she lie awake, her lashes twitching as she thought to what had happened earlier. Their father was to get them from school at 2:45 p.m. sharp. Theyd even packed their bags days in advance in hopes of a fun-filled weekend, escape. 3:45 rolled around and their eyes began to loll towards the back of their heads as they found themselves weary, exhausted from Trigonometry and English Honors. Calculations werent in their favor. The minutes and hours began to tick in a tedious fashion as they slobbered, their stomachs grumbling. Their mother was gone for the weekend so their father was to be of responsibility. After 11 phone calls, theyd manage to locate him. He was on his way. No explanation was given, just smiles and jokes to cover up the inconsistency, his faults, flaws. She made a note to herself to never treat her children this way should she ever have any. He aint show up, her mother texted her. He did. Just late, she responded back. She could never forget or dismiss the anxiety that came with being left, forgotten. The girl with the processed hair turned over on her side, exhibiting the severities of sleep apnea, meeting the doe, child-like eyes of her brother who could not seem to sleep either. Shed had no clue he was just as awake as her. Hes robbing him of his innocence, so now, I have to step up, her conscience deducted. She decided to be a parent then, his, her brothers. Thats what you get for not showing up, her mind mocked, sneering at the looming face of her absentee father.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 00:19:59 +0000
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