He was yelling. Again. He was always yelling about something or another these days. "I told you to put the remote back when you're on that computer," he would say. Or "Wash them dishes; today." It was always something never clean enough, never in the right place, never correct in his eyes.
Fuck him. She didn't need him anymore. Seventeen years brought nothing but the memories of his absense from birthday parties, "family" meetings, school functions, awards nights. She wondered where this learned dependence for him had manifested itself within her. There were plenty of people who survived and thrived without presence such as his. So why did she feel the need for him? Why put up with this shit? There were tests to study for, finals to take, classes to pass.
Three weeks. Just three weeks. She repeated it over and over in her head until it sounded more like an occult chant than a reminder. In three weeks she would be gone and she'd have think very hard about ever coming back to this place. The forms had been filled out in plenty of time. Now, all there was to do was wait. Wait here, with all of his senseless bullshit and take it, until June 2nd - liberation day. She would shed tears for those who would be left behind. But not for him. Never for him. He hadn't deserved them. He'd never deserve them from her. She refused to grant him the satisfaction.
As she pounded at the keyboard in a frenzy of emotion and thought, his voice poured into her ear. "Don't forget to do them dishes tonight." It was more of an order than a reminder.
She slammed into the keyboard, typing very quickly to catch the moment in its rawest form. "Yes sir." she said simply, turning her attention back to her work. She didn't bother taking her eyes from the monitor.
"And I mean all of them. Not just what'll fit in that dishwasher. There's no excuse for that. You hear me?"
Was there no end to this? Must she be constantly reminded of the oppression she felt by him? The disgust at the sound of his voice? The sinking feeling in her heart when he enters a room?
"Okay, Daddy."
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.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.
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