Love The Way You Lie
The rain had started to fall; it was just another ordinary October day. I’m sitting in my bedroom when I hear that my father comes trough the front door. In my hand I’m holding a letter that’s states that we have been thrown out from our apartment because my father hasn’t paid the rent. I’m gathering strength to confront my father, my head feels al dizzy and I have problem standing up straight. Fathe sits down at the dining table whit a news paper in his hands. I place myself on the other side of the table and stares my father direct in to his eyes.
Me- Have you read this?
Father- No, what’s that?
Me- it’s a paper that says that we have to be out of here by next month!
My father’s face turns in to a light red colour
Father- let my se that!
He starts to read it and after a while he says
Father- it most be something wrong, I paid the last rent!
Me- Dad stop lying, I’ve checked you haven’t paid the last 6 months rent. Where should I go when we gets thrown out?
My fathers face now turns from red to white and he looks down in at the table
Father- we will fix this, don’t worry. In the last weeks I’ve won some money from my poker gaming.
Me- well where are they? And can I then get back my three thousands you borrowed from me?
Father- didn’t you get them back? I thought that you got them. Well I did forget my wallet at my job so you will get them tomorrow.
Me- tomorrow? You don’t go to work at Sundays
Father- hey, don’t worry everything is going to be alright!
Me- how is everything going to be alright? Please father tell me, because I don’t understand how the fuck everything is going to be alright!
Father- I will call them tomorrow and solve al this, don’t worry!
Me- It’s Sunday tomorrow, the office is not open on weekends! What’s wrong whit you?
Now my dark brown eyes turned in to black
Father- what is it? Do you not trust me?
Me- I want to, but I just can’t. Since mama left you, everything has been a mess. You are not the same. You talk al these bullshit and when you come home from work the first thing you do is to sit down by the computer and play poker. I’m tired to se and hear you lying strait in to my face. I want to have my old dad back!
Father- that’s not true! I am the same person, I haven’t changed a bit. You are just paranoid.
Me- Paranoid? What about this letter then?
Father- As I told you it’s some kind of mistake!
My father rises from his chair and walks towards the trash bin and throws the latter and says
Father- don’t worry! I will fix it tomorrow.
And he walks in to the living room and turns on the computer. I walks after, stands in the door way and says
Me- Please father face it, you are addicted to gambling!
Father- Mind your own business!
I turn around and walks to my room, I pack my bag whit my most personal belongings and some of my most dear things. I put on my shoes and walks towards the front door. As I was standing there my father shouts from the living room.
Father- Where are you going?
Me- Father I don’t know, I really don’t!
And I walk out of the front door, the rain has increased and it’s al dark and cold outside. I turn on my IPod and as I was walking towards nothing the song “Love the Way You Lie” streams out of the headphones
By: Alexander Lönn
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