He gets home later than he had expected but his parents are still sitting in the living room, waiting for him and ready to shower him with their complaints and daily doses of realism.
"Dean," his mother starts, "where were you so late? Is this the time to get him?"
"I'm sorry mama, I was with Lucky and I lost track of time." He said, he couldn't stop the words before they came out.
His father stood up from the table and his mother's eyes widened.
"Did you say you were with Lucky?" His father asked with a mocking laugh, a hint of disgust evident in his voice.
"Boy, you really are pathetic. You need to get over that girl, she was just some girl. So what? They're many more where she came from." His father finished.
Dean couldn't take it anymore. He walked up to his room with his parents shouting for him to come back because the discussion was not over, that it was far from it.
It was over for Dean, he wanted it to end.
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Short StoryThey say that the worst pain one can feel is letting go and for Dean Janson, a boy shattered by the death of his first love, it seems that the last thing on his mind is to let Lucky Sims go.
