The 's The Way It Goes For Days Essay
Beau hits a blunt and inhales, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“You’re smoking weed?” I asks. It’s the last straw, the final undoing of my faith in him ever changing. I mean, shouldn’t he want to change for his son?
He leans forward, elbows planted on my knees. “It’s none of your damn business.” He rakes a hand through his hair. The night sky is black and void of stars. The air stagnate with all the unsaid. I focus my eyes on the sky, feeling as if that blackness could swallow me up and then I could finally disappear for good. I feel so alone and lost right now, afraid to take a step, fearing it may be the wrong one.
Crossing my arms over my chest the chill of the night, I ask, “Can I sit with you?”
“Can I not have one second to be alone in my own fucking house,” Beau snaps, taking another long hit from the blunt. “I said I want to be alone,” he snarls. “Can’t I get any privacy? I’m not your damn project.”
I tense. Hurt. “You know what I just…