He's Just Scared

It's the first week of Christmas break! Ellen went back to Florida, Lisa went to Cancún with her family, and Rob is in Chicago. This leaves Seth, Jason, Jack, and I here. Seth came over to my house today. We fooled around in my room for a long time until I started to feel nervous and kicked him out. Just as I did this, I heard my dad walk up the stairs. As Seth walked out the front door my dad began yelling. He asked me what Seth was doing in my room. I told him we didn't do anything. It's a good thing he can't read minds, because I was thinking about how Seth's hand slid up my shirt as I said that. And when he asked again, I remembered Seth's hand and how it slid down my pants just minutes later. My dad continued to yell and then told me, No boys in your room. Period. I immediately regretted my response to this but I just wasn't thinking when I told him that he let Cameron in Jack's room. I felt horrible. I couldn't believe I had said that. I didn't know what to do, so I ran down the stairs, into the garage, and into the Honda. I didn't go anywhere, I just sat there in the garage. I didn't know where I could go. About fifteen minutes after I had gotten into the car, Jack came out of the house and sat down in the car next to me. I apologized for bringing Cameron into my argument and Jack told me, It's because I'm a guy. I didn't understand what he meant at first but he clarified it by saying, I'm not going to be getting pregnant. Jack told me that dad is just scared and we talked about him for a few minutes until Jack's phone rang. He answered and handed the phone to me. It was Ellen asking about Jason's boyfriend. I tried to lie, but I didn't do such a good job; she saw right through it. Ellen started crying and then I heard her take a loud slurp of something. She was drinking. I couldn't believe it! I asked if she was drunk but she denied this, saying she was just having a couple of beers. I asked her where she was and was told she was in her hotel room. Sometime around then, Ellen's phone died and that's how that conversation ended. Then my mom came out of the house and got into the car with me and Jack. She was a mess and even admitted to needing therapy. A few minutes later my dad walked out ranting and raving. He screamed at us, What the hell are you all doing in there?, and for the first time in my life I saw him standing all alone and realized that maybe he is scared.