"It would've been nice if I, for once, wasn't your second choice, because you were always my first one, Nadine!" - Thomas
Nadine thought her life was a hellhole, that somewhat, someway, God decided to punish her in every possible and imaginable way:...
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Thomas POV
Have you ever felt like taking a huge shovel, dig a big and deep grave, then with the same shovel give yourself a nice hit in the head? Yes? Good, at least I'm not the only one here. The sole thing that matters in these circumstances is that the death is instant, like 'boom' dead. I mean, apart from the amount of time we would waste, none of us wants to suffer, right? Maybe I could go to Japan and just lay on the rails of one of their hyper-speed trains, did you know that those little bastards run at 320 kilometers per hour?! I bet I wouldn't feel anything. But now you must be confused, so I'll just start from the beginning. Hi, my name is Thomas, and I am a loser.
When you think about a happy and kind family, do you picture something like this?
Man: "Are you implying that I don't care about him?!"
Woman: "I'm not implying it, I'm saying it!"
Man: "If you cared a fuck about his future, then you would be by my side with this!"
Woman: "I do care about his goddamn future! But I also care about being fucking realistic!"
Man: "What do you even mean with that?!"
Woman: "He will never take over your ridiculus auto company! He will be a doctor-"
Man: "Like your father, am I right?! Oh my God, it's always the same shit with you!"
Nah, I bet you don't. Well, too bad because this is mine. And these were the usual conversations held by my and Krista's parents when they talked about me. By the way, Krista is my little sister, not that our age gap is that much, or even existing since we are siblings, but she established that I was the big brother and she was the little sister, strange right? Anyway, back to the topic. Usually my father would say that my future was the auto company he allmighty built all by himself, while my mother would say how ridiculus that idea was, because I, of course, would've been a doctor, just like her divine dad was. I hated watching my parents fight over this things, over who knew better how my future would've looked like, always leaving my opinions out of the entire conversation. I mean, it's not the best when a seven-year old boy hears his mother call his father 'pathetic', nor was it any better when he hears his father call his mother 'bitch', but hey, that's life. When they didn't argue about that, my mother or my father would confront the other about his or her most recent betrayal, and I'm quite sure that both of them had a nice assortment of flings and one night stands. But my favourite part was when they tried to introduce them to me and Krista, because at least I could scare them a little
"My daddy said you have a flat chest."
"Mommy says you have a stinky breath."
"Oh, so you're what daddy calls 'whore'?"
"I pooped in your bag, mommy said it's okay."
"Since I love spiders I put one on your head, do you like him?"
