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"Josh!" I yell.

"What Jane?! What the fuck do you want?"

"Dinners done fucker." I yell back.

"Fuck you." He responds, as he runs up the steps.

"Watch your mouths!" Our mother shouts. "I'm tired of this shit!"

"God what's her problem?" Josh mumbles under his breath.

"Who fucking knows." I say, and roll my eyes.

"Alright I'm going out." Our mom tells us, and we're not slightly surprised that our mother is going out with her friends on a Wednesday night.

Ever since her, and our dad split up she does this type of shit. Actually, come to think of it, she was doing this before they split up. He was done with her wanting to go out and drink damn near every night, and she was tired of him sitting around the house getting drunk. They're both fucked so I guess they decided to part ways. Not that me and Josh were upset when it happened. He's a son of a bitch, and she's a fucking cunt. We're just relieved that we only have to deal with one of them now. Josh had, and still has major issues with our dad. With Josh being older, and being male my dad picked on him a lot, put his hands on him, you know, shit award winning dads do.

Josh is my best fucking friend. Over anything he always has my back. No matter who it is, Josh will always be there for me, and he never let's me forget that. Our mom don't like him cause he gets into trouble, he smokes pot, he drinks, and really any-fucking-thing else he can do. But it's her fault. She's the main fucking source of his pain, even if our dad is part of it she allowed that shit to happen. So fuck her. That makes me hate her even more. She fucking hurts him so much, and she'll never admit it.


"You're going out? It's Wednesday." Josh scolds her. 'Fuck! I thought we weren't shocked by that! Now she's going to say something back, this is going to turn into a full blown argument.' I think to myself.

"Yes, I am." She says, and raises her eyebrows. "Do you have a problem with that?"

Josh leans back, crosses his arms, and just looks at her. I stand there looking back and forth between him, and her trying to feel the situation out. Who knows where it will end. "Ye-"

"Josh please." I plead, looking up at him. He looks at me for a moment, then just shakes his head. He stands up, uncrosses his arms, and walks toward the dining room.

"No. If you've got something to say, say it, Josh."

He quickly turns around, and looks at her then looks over to me. "No mom, I don't have anything to say."

"That's what the fuck I thought." She says brushing past us, and leaving out the door.

"I swear she does that shit on purpose." Josh says.

"I know she does." I respond softly. "But you know what? Fuck it! Cause I've got and 1/8 of weed, and a full bottle of Captain Morgan!" I laugh, and he joins in.

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