Regenitation: Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Revealed (verb) to make (previously unknown or secret information) known to others

I walked through the back door into the kitchen around 1:30 pm, which was way too early for me. I didn’t necessarily enjoy sitting alone at home, especially when I realise that my sister is in the other room facetiming one of her “friends” from her old school. Well, our old school. See the problem with having a twin sister is you can’t escape her. She’s always where you are, always doing the same activities you are doing, always old enough to do the things you do, and always smart enough to follow up. Well, maybe not smart enough, but you get the point.

I dragged my feet to my room, and sat myself down in front of my computer. My desk sat in the left-most corner of my room, glistened wood that was the color of honey. My laptop sat on top of it, connected to my mouse. Under it and around it lined pieces of paper were scattered, all with entries and other random ideas. It covered my entire desk, so it was almost impossible to see the wood. The only reason I knew it was wood is because I’d seen it before it turned into a disaster zone. My walls were a dark teal, painted before I even had the choice, and my bed was propped up against it along with my desk drawer. There were a couple posters here and there, just to prove I’m not completely torn from society.

The one downer was the bathroom, which I had to share with my sister. It was connected to both of our rooms, with the standard two sinks and one toilet. For all the guys out there who DON’T have sisters, I envy you to death.

Still, all I had to do was lock the door. My room was the only place that actually offered me privacy, complete privacy. Sure I’m not on a top floor, but at least there’s a wall to keep me and my family separated. It probably would’ve been better to be farther away from my sister, but it’s not like she could break down the wall. Well, at least she hasn’t tried to.

I logged onto my computer with great speed, not even looking at the keys or the computer screen to make sure I knew what I was doing. I had logged in so many times it was an autopilot skill of mine. The computer opened up and I clicked on my documents. There was one I had been dying to work on.

Before the document could even load, I heard a loud bang coming from the other side of the wall. Okay, now she decides to try to break down the wall, I thought as I got up and banged on the teal painted barrier. "What do you want, Bina?" I yelled through the wall.

"Dad wants you to clean out the car!"

"I thought that was your job!"

"It used to be! Then I became dad's favorite! Have fun!"

"Ugh...." Unfortunately, I couldn't think of a good way to fight back since all of what she said was true. It was stupid how my dad played favorites, but hey, at least he’s being honest.

I rolled my eyes and moved towards the door. With a groan I made my way to the garage and opened it up. With a screech and a pull the old dusty garage door let in the sun’s light, blinding me like a camping flashlight. Once my eyes adjusted, I grabbed my dad’s car keys on his old work bench and clicked the unlock button.

My dad’s car wasn’t as cool as Isole’s, but at least it wasn’t a used one. Plus, I really don’t have anything against Hondas. I climbed into the front seat and rotated my clench fists around the steering wheel, like I was about to turn the key and drive. God, it would be nice to own a car. But my dad didn’t trust us with with cars. It’s not like we were bad drivers or anything. He probably just thought if my sister or I got our hands on a car we’d be gone for good in less than minutes. Smart guy.

I grabbed a small Dirt Devil I had dragged in and leaned over the drivers seat to clean the carpet on the shotgun side. I had done this tons of times when I was little, and it was a bit of an adventure to climb into the “uncharted territory” of the driver’s seat. But the stupid thing I didn’t think about was the fact that I wasn’t ten anymore. And a 6’1 teenager isn’t supposed to fit his head under a car control panel. Being the idiot I was, I tried to pull my head out and banged my head on the seat compartment. Immediately a sharp pain penetrated my skull.

At instinct I pulled back and sat down in the driver’s seat, my head pulsing with pain. But that's when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. The glove compartment had opened, thanks to my head. Inside laid a loose sheet of paper. I grabbed and opened it. It’s not like my dad was hiding private papers or anything. He was a school teacher!

I unfolded it, and choked on the air in my lungs. Why the hell would my dad buy an airline ticket? I inspected it carefully, thousands of thoughts racing through my head. Why would my dad be leaving? Was he leaving for good? Could he just not handle us anymore? Was he actually stupid enough to leave us alone?

It was a ticket to Washington DC, first class. Yeah, sure dad. We can totally afford that. It’s not like you’re a geography teacher receiving minimum wage or anything. I scrutinized the sheet of paper, including the random security codes and numbers which I didn’t understand at all, then i read the date. I could barely hold my tongue. He was leaving tomorrow morning.

I’m not really one to hide my faults, or, well, I’m not really one to hide anything. And though I’m one to focus on a reputation, I’m an open book. Read me, judge me, heck write a critique on me. But you can’t blame me for storming into the house, attacking my dad with a storm of questions, and expecting answers.

“What the hell is this dad?! Are you finally leaving us? Can’t take us anymore, can you?” I waved his ticket in front of his face annoyingly, feet planted firmly into the ground. I was not moving. Not until I got my answers.

Anger seeped out from under my father’s skin, exposing his embarrassment and agitation. No, more like his rage. Total rage. And the worst part? I was enjoying every single minute of it. “I was going to tell you…” his words tumbled out of his mouth, slipping through his clenched teeth. You could tell he was holding back the temptation to slap me senseless. I knew that expression like the back of his hand.

At that time Bina had heard the ruckus and had made her way towards the sound, like a dog following the scent of drama. When she stood her stance in the hallway, she immediately caught sight of what I was holding in my hand and went ballistic on me. “GIVE ME THAT!” she ripped it out of my hands, one second a ticket in my hand, another it was gone and being inspected by my twin sister.

“What is this, dad?” Her agitating tone pierced my ears as much as it did my dad’s. Or maybe it was her voice that made us clench our teeth. Or maybe her existence on earth.

My dad rolled his eyes, with effort trying to keep his composure. “Like I said to your brother I was going to tell you tonight.” My dad’s clenched teeth relaxed and his tense shoulders assumed their natural position as he took a long, exaggerated breath.

If he wasn't going to spit it out in the next ten seconds, that was going to be his last.

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