Why is my life such complete, utter crap? Jackie pondered.
Santa would be coming soon for many boys and girls in the neighborhood. Santa did not like coming to Jackie’s house when she was younger, because all that was left for him was an empty bottle of bourbon and cookie crumbs. She had tried to tell her teacher that in second grade, much to her later regret. A stay at Aunt Charlene’s house for two weeks was the result. Even Charlene tired of that situation.
Dad lay on the floor by the couch, already passed out. Mom was out with her new boyfriend. How Mom and Dad could be separated and still under the same roof was beyond seventeen-year-old Jackie. She wasn’t sure when Mom would be home.
Would he wake up and vomit? Jackie wondered. Will Mom be home when he does? Footsteps and cheerful voices approached outside the door.
“Hallo!” Jackie’s mom walked in with a man in tow. “I thought you should meet Tex. Oh,” she stopped short, as if surprised Jackie’s dad was on the floor. He obviously had started early, which was not unusual.
Please, don’t wake up Dad, Jackie thought. “You all should leave. I mean, it’s nice to meet you and all, um, Tex. But I don’t want him to wake up.”
“Nonsense. This is my house too,” Mom claimed. With that, she sat down on the couch, and Tex on the chair closest by.
“Okay. Suit yourselves. Merry Christmas.” Jackie headed for the door, grabbing her coat.
“Play cards with us?” Tex called.
Jackie shook her head. “I’m headed for Marissa’s house.”
Outside, there was a frost on the ground. The first frost always held hope for Jackie. Weather change meant to her that other things would change too. She felt in her pocket for a twenty dollar bill and her toothbrush. Tonight, at Marissa’s house. And one day, she would leave for good. I create my own reality, she chanted mentally, feet crunching on the frosty grass as she made her way.
*Posted for Fandango One Word Challenge, found at https://fivedotoh.com/2019/12/25/fowc-with-fandango-frost/ 12/25.