9 Years Later

I woke up with a start because I had that nightmare again. I got up because I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep. I checked my phone it read 4:37 a.m. Ugh another early morning. I got out of bed only to see my step dad up drinking coffee.

“Morning.” I said drowsily going for some coffee too.

“Why are you up Seth?” He asked looking at his coffee.

“Couldn’t sleep.” I said lying. I wasn’t going to tell him the actual reason.

“Honey come back to bed.” My mom said as she walked into the kitchen not even looking at me. It still hurt when she did that. She hasn’t actually talked to me since that day 9 years. She occasionally yells at me for random stuff the twins have done but at least she still knows I exist.

“I’m talking to my son.” He said not moving.

“Like he actually wants to talk to you anyway. He doesn’t talk to anyone. So just give up on him and come to bed.” She said getting annoyed

“He’s your biological son how can you treat him that way.” He said and stood up.

“It doesn’t matter. Really I’m fine with it as long as she’s happy.” I said and started to walk off.

“Don’t move!” My mom yelled at me, I jumped and dropped my mug right on my foot glass and hot coffee going all over me.

“You dumbass!” She yelled again and shoved me. I slipped on the coffee and fell hard.

“Ouch!” I said under my breath.

“Clean it up you clutz!” She yelled again.

“Okay just stop yelling.” I said and immediately regretted it.

“What did you just say!” She yelled again and grabbed my hair.

“I’m sorry mom” I said “I just don’t want you to wake up the twins”

“That’s enough Martha!’

“James what the hell? You saw what he did, he needs to be punished!” She screeched

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do it! I swear please don’t…. don’t do that again mom.” I pleaded. I still haven’t healed from the last time and of course James doesn’t know a thing.

“What the hell are you talking about?” James demanded. When no one answered he came up to me and grabbed my arms and lifted me up. “Let’s go for a drive.”