46-Twice bitten, Same Pain.

Can life get any shittier? 

 

Can my luck get any worse? 

 

And Christ why can't figurative expressions come to life in times like this? Expressions like the ground opening up and swallowing me, never to be seen or heard of again on the face of the earth because that was how I felt looking at my father standing by the door. 

 

I felt trapped. Not because of my little cubicle but because my father, who I have been lying to showed up at the most unexpected place, the least place I thought he could be and I couldn’t even move a muscle of my stiff body. 

 

He was all smiles as he took in the room but not until our eyes met and the smile on his face froze. The room seemed to freeze along with it, as if every other thing got paused so we could have all the time to ourselves. 

 

I wanted to look away. I wanted to walk away. No, scratch that, I wanted to run! 

 

But