Creative Writing- Near Death Experience
Chapter One
“It wasn’t me!” I shouted. I clenched my hands into tight fists. Why wouldn’t he understand? I almost gave in to the overwhelming urge to give him a solid punch in the face. The front room seemed to disappear. All I could see was Dad’s angry face.
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me young man!” Dad barked. He was breathing hard. We were standing so close that I could see the fine hairs on his face. I stared defiantly into his dark eyes and smiled at him. A muscle twitched in his jaw.
“Please, I beg you both, stop it! All this shouting and fighting is getting us nowhere,” Mum pleaded, “Stop now before one of you says something you’re going to regret later.” She tried to step between us but we were not moving. Tears streamed down her cheeks but I paid no notice. I was absolutely furious.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, and this time I want the truth.” He said quietly but you could hear the barely suppressed rage in his voice. “Are you, or are you not, taking drugs? And how about cigarettes? Do you smoke them?” His voice rose with each question.
“I. Am. Not. On. Drugs.” I enunciated slowly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mum sink down into the sofa, sobbing. One part of my mind was taking in everything around me and feeling guilty. The other, more dominant, half was consumed with rage.
“Why don’t I believe you?” Dad sighed. He looked disappointed.
I saw red. My dad was disappointed in me for something I hadn’t done. The injustice of it all overtook me and I spoke without thinking. “You know what? I don’t give two hoots whether you believe me or not.” I yelled belligerently. “You can go jump a cliff for all I care right now.” I sneered at him.
“That is it. Get out of my house right now!” he shouted, raising his hand threateningly. He was actually shaking.
“Don’t have a heart attack, I’m leaving anyway.” I curled my lip in contempt. “Why would I want to stay with you anyway?” I threw him a dirty look over my shoulder as I stormed to
“It wasn’t me!” I shouted. I clenched my hands into tight fists. Why wouldn’t he understand? I almost gave in to the overwhelming urge to give him a solid punch in the face. The front room seemed to disappear. All I could see was Dad’s angry face.
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me young man!” Dad barked. He was breathing hard. We were standing so close that I could see the fine hairs on his face. I stared defiantly into his dark eyes and smiled at him. A muscle twitched in his jaw.
“Please, I beg you both, stop it! All this shouting and fighting is getting us nowhere,” Mum pleaded, “Stop now before one of you says something you’re going to regret later.” She tried to step between us but we were not moving. Tears streamed down her cheeks but I paid no notice. I was absolutely furious.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, and this time I want the truth.” He said quietly but you could hear the barely suppressed rage in his voice. “Are you, or are you not, taking drugs? And how about cigarettes? Do you smoke them?” His voice rose with each question.
“I. Am. Not. On. Drugs.” I enunciated slowly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mum sink down into the sofa, sobbing. One part of my mind was taking in everything around me and feeling guilty. The other, more dominant, half was consumed with rage.
“Why don’t I believe you?” Dad sighed. He looked disappointed.
I saw red. My dad was disappointed in me for something I hadn’t done. The injustice of it all overtook me and I spoke without thinking. “You know what? I don’t give two hoots whether you believe me or not.” I yelled belligerently. “You can go jump a cliff for all I care right now.” I sneered at him.
“That is it. Get out of my house right now!” he shouted, raising his hand threateningly. He was actually shaking.
“Don’t have a heart attack, I’m leaving anyway.” I curled my lip in contempt. “Why would I want to stay with you anyway?” I threw him a dirty look over my shoulder as I stormed to