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again…Ugh…I can’t stand
to hear any more of this. It is the same argument every time,
Paul gets drunk and tells my mother how worthless she is and
my mother cries and apologizes for having done nothing at all.
Paul and alcohol are a dangerous combination sometimes and I
honestly can’t bear to listen to a grown woman grovel over a
worthless piece of shit like Paul Maser. Him and his screwed
up kids can fuck off. I hate living here, I hate the Maser family
and I especially hate that my mother married a low life like him
when she had all the possibilities of a wonderful life with a
strong, powerful, man like my father. I gotta’ get out of here.
    Since I was ready for a relaxing night at home I am
dressed in my comfy, grey sweatpants, and fitted black t-shirt
but as the nights are getting cooler I figured I would grab my
grey sweatshirt in the closet near the front door. As I descend
down the stairs I stop in my tracks by glass shattering against
the wall in the study and I can hear Paul cursing something
about how my mother doesn’t appreciate him. I continue down
the stairs, into the foyer and get my sweatshirt out of the closet
before picking up the pace to the back door.
    The coolness of the fall air hits me in the face as I step
out onto the patio. The dim patio lights create a warm glow
leading up to the pool area and you could see that the newly
planted mums in full bloom around the perimeter. I walk down
the patio stairs and along the brick walkway to the pool area
with every intention to sit quietly and enjoy the sound of
music until Paul drinks himself unconscious. In the distance I
see the guesthouse is black inside and I take a sigh of relief. A
dark guesthouse means Glen is out for the night. With Paul’s
whore daughter out with the scumbag who picked her up on his
busted crotchrocket, there will be no one to interrupt me. As I
get closer to the pool area I can still hear shouting coming from
inside the house, I turn on my IPod as I approach the seating
area near the pool, damn it…it’s dead. The moon is so full and
bright it lights up the property enough so I can see the trees,
flanked all around our vast yard, in the distance. The trees are
nude this time of year due to the leaves falling sporadically as
the wind blows. I decide to walk toward the far left corner of the
property to where the playground is in hopes the voices will be
drowned out by the distance.
    As I walk up to the area I focus on where I am stepping
in the darkness. I can hear crickets and smell the crisp fall air;
I even get a whiff of a wood burning fire in the distance. As I
reach the jungle gym I feel as if I am not alone. I continue to
feel uneasy as my eyes dart back and forth until I finally catch
a glimpse of Glen watching me as he sits on the platform of the
play structure with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his lap.
    “To what do I owe the honor of her royal highnesses
presence this fine evening.” Glen slurred out his words as he
took another swig from the bottle that was half empty.
    “Glen. You scared me. I didn’t realize anyone else was
out here. They’re fighting again,” I gesture with my thumb
pointing toward the main house, “-and I needed to get out of
there. I couldn’t listen to that shit anymore.”
    “Oh, pooooor, poor, Princess.” Glen slurs in a way that
makes me cringe. It was at that very moment I am highly
aware we are alone. Glen has always hated me, hell the feeling
is mutual. Being alone with him makes my skin crawl. “How’s
about a drink? Oh, I forgot. Her majesty wouldn’t dare. Daddy
wouldn’t approve,” he says then covers his chest in pretend
shock.
    “Fuck you Glen!” I shout and turn to leave. I take a
few steps back toward the house needing to put distance
between us.
    “Is that an invitation?“ He yells back, as he uncrosses
his legs so they dangled off the structure. I can see him
smirking from my peripheral vision.