I might be a loner and socially awkward but I have a good self estem. I am confident in what I am and I like interacting with people. But I hate People with Prejudice. I hate it that I need to interact with assholes if I want to do something with my life. I am aware about the society and the lines who you can’t cross. I probably made a really shy and insecure impression at Al but it is just that I am not used to speaking with someone. And I don’t talk much to strangers because -like I said- I don’t want to interact with assholes if I don’t need to. Not that Al is an asshole he seemed nice, but you never know. Even if he is nice he probably will not talk to me again.

Uh for who am I making up these excuses, sure there true. But I can’t deny that I became a bit insecure in the last years.

I really spend to much time alone. Maybe Yasmin was right, Maybe I should give one of my photos to a contest.

-Ding-

My Phone? Yasmin should be in the train who would write me?

… Al? Nah don’t get your hopes up kai just because one guy talked to you!

I looked on my screen and was even though I knew it wouldn’t be Al a bit disappointed when I saw that my Dad send me a text.

„Kai.. I know you hate Me bzt can you Pls meet me and mum? Whe need help“

-Ding-

„*but“

-Ding-

„*We“

…

„Dad are you drunk?“ I replied.

„No“ Came in answer to my question, almost to fast.

„Kai please“

„Why?“ Seriously why would my parents want to meet me? The last time I talked to them was when dad came from rehab and told me that I had to study Business or they wouldn’t give me a single thing.

My mum was still obsessed with money but she stopped cheating on dad and got a stable job. But she never became the same like before. She ignored everything about me and my dad as if she wouldn’t have a family. My dad gone to rehab for a year and I was living alone with my mum for a long time. My Dad came back from rehab this year and it seems that he have gotten better, but I wasn’t sure now. This Text message seemed clearly not sober.

My Familie situation is -as you can see- quite complicated. In all this years I lived with my mother my image began to change from being bullied to being ignored. People started to avoid conflict and unpleasant things so they started to avoid me as much as possible too.

I really don’t want to talk to my Dad if he started drinking again.

-Ding-

„I can’t find a job.“ My Dad replied.

„So?“ I answered trying to end this conversation as fast as possible.

-Ding-

„Your Mum won’t give me money.“

I frowned „I thought you AND mum would need MY help?“

-Ding-

„I need your help and your mum needs me.“

So all he wanted was money not my help. I sighed I was used to it but how could a parent use their child like this? I wasn’t even surprised anymore. I was just disappointed. Again.

I chose not to reply and put my phone away.

-Ding-

-Ding-

-Ding-

My dad. Annoyed I glared at my phone and started to study again.

-Ring Ring-

Serouisly? As if my dad even called me now. I picked up and screamed in the phone:

„Dad don’t beg me for money I don’t have any! I am a student what you probably forget because why would you care!“

I was so angry I wanted to say more but tried to calm down because I knew screaming wouldn’t help.

„Kai?“ The person on the other end of the phone said.

Shit.

That wasn’t the voice of my dad.