The Moon And Me {Book1}

[6]Rainy Day

~~Few Days Later~~
Walking downstairs it felt like everyone was walking around on eggshells. Since the night Dad had stupidly gotten drunk I hadn't talked or even looked at him. In fact, I haven't even really talked to Amethyst either. It just felt like something about the whole entire house was off and it couldn't be pointed out or changed.

"Amnesty, we need to talk." Dad spoke following me into the kitchen, "Can you please sit down and have a conversation with me?"

Rolling my eyes I grabbed a soda out of the fridge before sitting down at the table, "What exactly is there to talk about, Tristan? Is it okay if I call you by your first name? It seems appropriate since lately you haven't really been acting like a father."

Dad stared at me with steel eyes and a straight face, "Are you disrespecting me?"

"I don't know." I responded with a tone full of sarcasm, "Am I disrespecting you? Guess we'll never know the answer to that."

Dad shook his head before standing up and getting himself a cup of water. As he sat down once again he seemed to be more angry than before. Opening up the bottle of soda I waited for him to say anything. His jaw tightened as his grip tightened on the plastic cup. Glaring at him I stood up and walked away.

"Amnesty Jae Culver." Dad screamed after me.

The tone of his voice was something that I've never heard before. Stopping dead in my tracks my whole body just froze. It wasn't that I was really terrified, but I was scared of my father genuinely for the first time in my life. Since we've moved to Virginia he hasn't been himself. He's been angry constantly, drinking more, and being incredibly distant. 

"Amnesty." His voice softened, "Will you please just come sit back and talk to me." He spoke from just over my shoulder, "I don't want to fight with you anymore." 

Turning towards him I shook my head, "You can't just act like you've been and then think that I'm going to be treating you the same. That isn't how this works. Tristan, you've been disrespectful to both Amethyst and I. Do you understand how that makes us feel. We are your daughters, but we barely recognize you anymore. It doesn't make me want to talk to you or even be in the same room." I spoke quickly, "I don't exactly know what you want to say to me, but it isn't going to work. Moving us here was a big mistake and you are just proving that ever single day that we stay here." 

Before Dad could respond I walked down the hall and out the front door. Standing on the porch I remembered that I was only wearing black shorts and a random tank top out of my dresser. The cold rainy air blew ever so softly, but hard enough to make my skin erupt with goose bumps. Shaking my head I ran off the porch and into the rain. Standing in the middle of the yard, I let the water wash over me as I began crying. Falling to the ground, my insides shook from the cold and from the pain that I was holding back inside of me. 

"Amnesty." Amethyst called from the porch, "Come inside. You're gonna get sick or something, idiot. Do you not hear me?" She yelled. 

As I sat up a strange car pulled into the driveway and two men got out. Standing there I didn't know what was going on. Putting my left foot forward I was either ready to run or ready to start fighting them off. Either way I was prepared. As the men turned towards me Dad stepped out in front of me. 

One of the old men smiled, "Tristan, oh how you've grown my boy." 

Dad cleared his throat and looked back at me then over to the man, "Hey, Dad. How have you been?"