I opened the door, peered inside, and almost immediately stepped right back out and closed the door before something caught my eye. The room had the most dim, pointless light fixture hanging on the inside, a dinky, old mattress, and a single torn rug. Over in one corner were some pink sheets that looked like they had formerly been pissed on and never washed before, and a single MP3 player sitting on the edge of the mattress. Aside from that, there was not one thing in this room. It looked like a small storage room meant for putting old things that Kathy grew out of, no posters on the wall, no magnificent anything as she had described – completely empty bedroom.
It was then that it all hit home. Kathy had lured me over here because she was the one with the terrible life and wanted to switch spots with me. I hadn’t enough time to concentrate on the new hatred for my sister before the door slammed shut behind me and my father’s creeping smile came into focus as he lumbered in front of me.
“Have I ever told you that I really hate when you have to spend the day at your mother’s house? And just how much I miss you?” Before I had a chance to react and sputter out something probably nonsensical, my father lunged at me and grabbed me in a huge hug. He started grasping at the cardigan around my shoulders and had it completely ripped off of me in a matter of seconds before I could react. “Now I want you to take off the rest.”
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