It started with nothing

I have never been so sick in my life. Ever.

I. Will. Never. Drink. Ever. Again. Or at least I like to say this to myself.

Amelia called me like 10 times. Not to mention I was too lazy to pick it up. But not only that was happening. My head was a fucking mess, this time it wasn’t because of the terrible headache, which made me feel like I ran out through a window head-first. It was because of him.

Even though almost everything about last night was somehow fuzzy, some of the moment’s I clearly remembered didn’t want to go away. I just couldn't get them out of my head. I couldn't get him out of my head.

* His arms pulling me closer. His hands wandering over my face and my chest. His lips brushing against mine. The moan he let out when he pinned me to the wall. *

"Oh fuuuck." I sighed and shook my head. Which wasn't good idea at all.

My body sunk to the floor and I whined in pain. I could already feel another stomach attack, so I raised myself from the floor onto my knees, soon emptying my stomach to the toilet once again.

*

"I called you like a million times! Where the heck have you been?!" Amelia screamed into her phone once I picked up about the 100th call of hers. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, still not sure if I could even talk, that much my throat hurt from throwing up all day long. Eventually I tried, but as I started talking it sounded like I was choking.

"I was sick Amelia, I was too busy throwing up, so sorry for not responding you." I heard my voice reply angrily and tiredly. I didn't really feel like putting myself through this relationship shit right now.

"Oh." She said simply. I could tell she was biting her lip even through the phone and I hoped she was at least a little bit regretting yelling at me.

"Exactly, oh." I said to her, slightly annoyed. There was a minute of silence on the other end, and I waited hoping she won’t ask why, because I honestly didn’t know if I could possibly tell her what happened, without telling her what actually happened. Meaning the guy.

Amelia eventually started talking again. "I just... I really want you to meet my parents and I was wondering if you could show up on Saturday night?" I sighed again. Great, now I was really annoyed.

Why does she keep on pushing me into it? It's been like only two months and something of us two dating. I know couples who met each other's parents after a half year, or even a year. It's not even a week I told her I don't feel like it yet. Seriously, how would she feel if I started pushing her into having sex with me? She would probably kick me out of the house and called me 'heartless and horny bastard' or something like that.

"Amelia please, you asked me last week the same question, and the week before that and also the week before that other week, and I asked you for some time. I didn't exactly mean a week. These things just don’t change overnight." I told her with patience and tone I would normally talk to 5 year old child.

"Oh my God, you're acting like a little kid! Just meet them and it will be ove-"

"AMELIA! JUST FUCKING SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M NOT MEETING YOUR PARENTS THIS, OR ANY OTHER WEEK SOON!" I yelled. I was so fucking pissed off. Why is she so clingy at sudden?

But of course she started to cry and sob to the phone. Then she uttered something about me 'not loving her anymore so she will just hang up now'.

Well that’s just great. Yesterday I cheated on her with a guy, today I yell at her. Nice. Very smooth, Frank. I thought to myself.

*

Thanks to my not-so-lovely morning vomiting, my mother insisted on me staying at home. On one side I was thankful, on the other I was moody and furious because I couldn’t get things good with Amelia. She didn’t answer any of my calls or any of my messages.

I knew I shouldn’t have yell at her. I knew it was bad behavior towards girls and all that shit, but she just kept nagging and nagging until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was about eighty percent sure it was her own fault, after all I tried to stay calm, but she made me yell at her. And yes, even after this conclusion I felt guilty. But at the same time I was furious, because it was almost like she was playing with my feelings to make me feel guilty. Sobbing and crying and whatever else she did. I mean, I hear couples yelling at each other all the time. One of my favorite things I did when I needed to get out of my house was to observe people around me. And boy, I heard and saw things. But I’ve never seen a girl, or a woman start crying immediately over one line of yelling. And Amelia wasn’t one of those overly sensitive girls. She was kind of rough, to be exact. I never cared about that part of her personality. But I have to admit I hoped I would never have to. Or maybe I just hoped she wouldn’t be like this if we ever broke up.

I really didn’t know if I should come up to her house and apologize face-to-face. Like, yes, it would be the best thing to do in situation like this, after all I consider it more polite than the other thing I was about to do. Which is the ultimate easy way of every idiot on this planet after fighting. Text message.

To: Liah
Time: 13:27pm
Amelia, I really shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, and for that I’m sorry. But I’m just not ready to meet your parents yet, and I’ve told you that many times already.

I pressed ‘send’ and sighed. I guess there’s nothing else left for me to do know. Just wait.

Amelia didn’t respond to my text for about an hour. In the meantime, I decided to eat something light and then take a shower. Mostly just to stand under water and think about everything that happened in past 24 hours. And it wasn’t good.

When I stepped out of shower and dressed up again, I found out that Amelia finally responded.

From: Liah
Time: 14:38pm
Thank you for your apology, but I still want you to meet them. This Saturday.

Oh, Jesus Christ. Why? It’s not like we’re getting married!

To: Liah
Time: 14:40pm
Oh my God, Liah. No.

I responded, annoyed again.

From: Liah
Time: 14:41pm
Why not? Don’t you love me??

She didn’t just pull this one out. How the fuck she dares.

To: Liah
Time: 14:42
Don’t even try it this way, Amelia.

From: Liah
Time: 14:43
If you loved me you’d do it for me.

For fuck’s sake. Is she being serious with this?

*

Before I knew it, it was almost October. The meantime was filled with me questioning myself about my sexuality, and Amelia questioning me about meeting her parents. It was driving me crazy. But not only that was happening. My father started getting drunk on regular basis every single day.

About a month ago it was only two to three times a week. I used to think it couldn’t possibly get worse, but now it was a nightmare. I was constantly getting beaten up for protecting my mom. I had bruises everywhere. I would thought that somebody must have noticed, but no one so far said a thing. I mean, yes, Sammy and Dean asked me about it once, but I waved it off so I guess that with the two of them, it’s my own fault. After all I didn’t want their pity anyways and they didn't have anything to do with this.

What was interesting about the whole situation was Amelia. Things between us kicked off a little bit forward, not too far, though. She was still pissed off about me not wanting to meet her parents and I was still thinking about what happened back then in the club. And in case I would decide to go the other way, I didn’t want to Amelia feel bad about doing it with me. So you know, cuddling and all that stuff was happening for long time now, she definitely saw my bruises, but never asked what happened.

I tried not to think about it much. After all, she was constantly reassuring me that she loves me.

*

It was Monday afternoon and Amelia and I were fighting again. Try to guess what was the problem.

From: Liah
Time: 17:42
I feel like you don’t love me anymore! Why can’t you just meet my parents? They’re part of me, if you want me you’ll have to take the whole package! And you don’t want to, so you don’t love me, that’s for sure!

To: Liah
Time: 17:44
This is blackmail, you know that right?

After that she replied ‘Fine, we’re over then. You sure don’t want to date a blackmailer.’ Then followed two hours of painful agony, several texts from me to her saying ‘I’m sorry.’ And after that, I gave in. I didn’t want to fight with her anymore.

To: Liah
Time: 18:05
I’ll meet your parents.
I didn’t feel like writing more. I was sick of myself how pathetic I was.

From: Liah
Time: 18:05
Great! I’ll set things up with my folks and you’ll just show up and we’ll have lovely family dinner!

Oh my God, can’t I just die?
*
Rest of the week was a blur. I was terrified of meeting her parents and school was pure Hell. Although, even worse was being occupied with Amelia every fucking minute of the day. No kidding. She even begged my best friend Sammy to move to the back, so she could sit near me in every class we have together. And yes, if you’re wondering, we have identical time tables.

On Friday, I was already dead inside. It was like something drained me from my power, or someone. I was constantly receiving looks from Sammy and his brother Dean. They were having a really good time watching me and Amelia. Which looked basically like this - Amelia trying to touch me everywhere at the same time, bubbling something about our ‘bright future’ and me trying to get at least a little bit of personal space. When I came back home I got beaten up as usual and then I fainted on my bed, hoping I won’t mentally break down the next day.

When I woke up on Saturday I felt like I had my arm broken. It surely didn’t feel like it yesterday. I carefully climbed off my bed, slowly making my way to a mirror. I rolled my right sleeve up to my shoulder and fuck, there was terrifyingly looking bruise.

“What the hell?!” I gasped, lightly wandering my fingers across the bruise. It looked dark purple, but also a lot red, like some of those tiny veins got cut open or something. I hoped it won’t get worse.

I civilized myself enough to go downstairs to pretend the usual play of my life. Nothing happened. No one ever got hurt. No one was drunk. Nothing’s wrong.

My family is one of the richest in this part of New Jersey. My father leads and owns a highly successful company in center of New York. Something with politics and finances and very posh-looking offices. I don’t really care, even though he wants me to go his way as well. Only over my own dead body, if you ask me. I want to do something with music, anything that I can possibly get my hands on.

I sit in this hell for the rest of the day and when the time comes, I get up to prepare myself because of that meeting-parents-dinner-thing. I don’t know how else to call it.

“Where are you going, Frank?” My dad asks sharply. “I hope you’re not slutting around on nights. I can barely see you these days at home over 10pm.” Well that surely sounds good from him.

“Of course not, dad. I’m meeting my girlfriend’s parents tonight.” He then commands me to tell him everything about her and the little what I know about her family. After he’s run out of questions he waves me off in gesture that I can finally leave. But before that, he tells me not to screw it up, because, obviously, he knows her family and if we were able to ‘join’ their family, lots of money would go towards our wallets. I stared at him for a while in absolute shock. Did he really mean that? Like we had problems with finances. I wouldn’t have to work my whole life and even my grandchildren would have enough money to live off for the rest of their lives.

About an hour later I was to meet my Amelia’s parents. Well at least I managed myself look like I was. Dad borrowed me one of his cars to ‘make a good impression’. It was very rare. I don’t like driving anyway. I rather walk everywhere, if I don’t happen to be late for something.
After a while I find myself standing on their doorstep. Procrastinating before I had to let them know I’m here. But of course, I didn’t have this kind of luck.

The door opened and Amelia immediately pulled me in. Their house was as big inside as it looked from the outside. Everything in there was almost like at our place. Cheeky, poshy, too elegant.

“Mom, Dad, this is Frank.” Amelia said with somehow too of a sweet voice. Well, with one too sweet for my taste personally. I never noticed her using it. Wait did I see her winking at her mother? Why?

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Frank.” Her mother said with a bit of a fake smile. I smiled as well. And probably it looked even more fake then her mother’s.

“The pleasure is on my side ma’am.” I replied, shaking her pale hand. Amelia’s mom had really dark, almost black hair. She also had dark eyes. On her lips was sitting bold red lipstick.

I was still looking at Amelia’s mother when I moved around to get closer to her father and shook his hand. I felt jolt of electricity going through my body and I looked up at him. I had a feeling like I knew him, or at least met him. I looked in his eyes and I almost fainted.
The same hazel eyes I tried so hard to forget. The same jet black hair already smoothly falling into his eyes. The same pink lips I kissed almost a month ago. The same smile on his face.

Not to mention the smile was slowly fading. He recognized me, that’s for sure.
We were staring at each other, not knowing how much time passed before we turned from each other murmuring our nice to meet you’s. Luckily, Amelia and her mother didn’t seem to notice a thing.

I was staring to the ground feeling guilty as hell again. I never told Amelia about what happened. But fuck, what am I supposed to do now? I made out with a guy! But not only that. I made out with her father! I fucking got drunk and almost fucked my girlfriend’s father!

I’m so screwed.

Notes

Muhahahah. I'm loving where this story goes. This is going to be hilarious.