Roy's Short Story Essay: Father Of The American Dream

Roy looked forward in distaste. In front of him sat a small house that resembled that of the 'American Dream'. Hell, there was even white picket fence and a petite garden protected by garden gnome. The exterior had white paneled walls that covered a good part of the outside, except for some sides of the house that had light gray brick with a dense overgrowth of ivy. To add to the primness, there was even a cobblestone path hugged by rose bushes and ornaments that led up to the front door. It didn't take much for Roy to understand that, for the next three months, he would be in the deepest trenches of hell. Roy's father was a up and coming writer who had worked as a psychologist for a considerable part of his life. About two year ago, he combined those passions and was becoming well known for his textbooks on psychology. Some thought he was a lot older than he was, but, in actuality, Roy's father was only forty-one years old. His appearance often contributed to this misunderstanding too. He had stressed formed wrinkles that covered his face and he had the obvious gray hairs scattered a crossed his scalp. Roy was certain that his father's whitish, unkempt stubble didn't help the case either. To be frank, Roy didn't look to him as a hero. …show more content…
With each step, he felt the sense of dread he always felt. Soon, she'd open that door and stare him down. That single look spoke her mind: he shouldn't have been born from her poor step sister, much less been a thought. When he was thirteen years of age, his aunt had been accepting of him, despite him being the cause of his mom's death. Only when her husband told her of the compromising situation he had caught Roy in, did the house become the deepest pit of Hell that even Satan himself would avoid confrontation with. Aunt Teresa's husband, Uncle Jackson, had died a year later and, to be honest, Roy had been more than pleased by that