2009-06-08, 10:16 PM
Entry 9. June 7, 2009.
[x] Go home and deal with it.
"Ugh... No sense is running from this. I need to deal with him sooner or later. It will only get worse if I run from it."
Felix finishes walking home, takes out his key and goes inside. "Hey Dad, I see you're home early," Felix shouts as he heads to the stairs. "Felix. I'm in my room. Get up here now," Chad says in his no-nonsense tone. Felix walks up the stairs, careful on his injured foot, preparing for the worst. It sure seems like his father's room attracts problems today.
"Dad I wasn't making it u-"
"Son, I'm sorry."
"-p. Wait what?"
"Felix, I am sorry for not listening to you earlier. Something was stolen from my nightstand."
"Eh? I knew he was up to something! The burglar went over to your nightstand before running out of here."
"I've been really stressed at work lately. I'm sorry I snapped at you."
"Dad it's cool; don't worry about it. So what did he take?"
"I...well, uhm. Felix, I'll deal with it. Thank you for trying to inform me. I know you wouldn't play this kind of trick on me. Again, I'm sorry."
"It's okay... You're weird. Whatever. I'm gonna eat something and kill time in my room for the night."
"Goodnight, son. I'm sorry."
Felix, extremely confused, heads to his room after a quick visit to the bathroom. His mind is overflowing with thoughts at this point. "The hell is up with Dad? What was stolen that he couldn't tell me about? My foot hurts. Melanie held my hand today... I almost forgot about that frickin' flash. It all started with that damn flash." After several hours of aimlessly browsing the net, it's 11 PM.
[] Crash early for the night.
[] Log into messenger and see if Melanie is on.
[] Take another shower to wash this crazy day off and dwell on your thoughts some more.
What are the voices inside Felix's head telling him to do?
[x] Go home and deal with it.
"Ugh... No sense is running from this. I need to deal with him sooner or later. It will only get worse if I run from it."
Felix finishes walking home, takes out his key and goes inside. "Hey Dad, I see you're home early," Felix shouts as he heads to the stairs. "Felix. I'm in my room. Get up here now," Chad says in his no-nonsense tone. Felix walks up the stairs, careful on his injured foot, preparing for the worst. It sure seems like his father's room attracts problems today.
"Dad I wasn't making it u-"
"Son, I'm sorry."
"-p. Wait what?"
"Felix, I am sorry for not listening to you earlier. Something was stolen from my nightstand."
"Eh? I knew he was up to something! The burglar went over to your nightstand before running out of here."
"I've been really stressed at work lately. I'm sorry I snapped at you."
"Dad it's cool; don't worry about it. So what did he take?"
"I...well, uhm. Felix, I'll deal with it. Thank you for trying to inform me. I know you wouldn't play this kind of trick on me. Again, I'm sorry."
"It's okay... You're weird. Whatever. I'm gonna eat something and kill time in my room for the night."
"Goodnight, son. I'm sorry."
Felix, extremely confused, heads to his room after a quick visit to the bathroom. His mind is overflowing with thoughts at this point. "The hell is up with Dad? What was stolen that he couldn't tell me about? My foot hurts. Melanie held my hand today... I almost forgot about that frickin' flash. It all started with that damn flash." After several hours of aimlessly browsing the net, it's 11 PM.
[] Crash early for the night.
[] Log into messenger and see if Melanie is on.
[] Take another shower to wash this crazy day off and dwell on your thoughts some more.
What are the voices inside Felix's head telling him to do?