Hero
Irritability.
One of the most common side effects of recovery, or whatever the hell everyone was calling what I was currently going through.
And here I sat, irritable. Pissed. Mad.
I placed my tongue in my bottom lip, looking over at Dad when I heard his footsteps.
"Hey," he greeted, "Mom made you something light."
With an angry brow, I watched as he placed the bowl of oatmeal in front of me. It was really beautiful- fruit arranged nicely, a drizzle of chocolate syrup covering the entire dish.
"I'm not hungry."
He sat at the table next to me, leaning forward on his elbows. "Well, if you don't eat it, I will. Your mom worked hard on that."
I pushed it towards him, leaning back in my chair. I folded my arms over my chest and blinked a few times, my tired eyes almost completely closing.
"Hero, come on, champ," he said, "we promised we'd stay on a schedule with eating."
I looked over at him, knowing that my eyes were piercing and angry. It wasn't intentional- I didn't want to treat everyone the way I was treating them.
He nodded towards the bowl. "Come on."
Mom walked over to the table, gently rubbing Dad's shoulders. "Hey, can I replace Dad?"
Dad stood up and she sat down, resting her chin in her palm. "I have a bowl of my own. Do you want to eat together?"
She stood up and grabbed her bowl from the island, sitting next to me.
I looked over at her, my arms still crossed over my chest, my drained eyes still boring into her.
She took a spoonful, slipping it in her mouth. "It's so good. The chocolate drizzle with the blueberries, it's awesome."
I leaned forward, clenching my jaw as I looked down at the dish in front of me. It did look appealing, but that never really made much of a difference before.
"Just one bite," she said.
I stabbed my spoon into the oatmeal, scooping up a spoonful. She bit down on her lip, rubbing the back of her neck. She shot me an encouraging smile, nodding.
I dipped the spoon in my mouth, my eyebrows furrowing together at the texture. So many textures, I'd forgotten what they felt like.
And that made me terribly sad.
I took my time in chewing, placing my hand on my neck as I leaned back. I swallowed and cleared my throat, grabbing my glass of water.
"That was good, yeah?" She asked, smiling, "I'm proud of you."
"I forgot what food feels like, Mom," I angrily said, tears clouding my eyes.
Her smile slowly faded, making her tilt her head over. "Hero."
"No, that's fucking sad, Mom," I sobbed, standing up. I couldn't control anything I was feeling- I was constantly weak. In front of everyone.
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The Kings IV II
Romancethe story of the King twins and their forevers, again tw: ed