Harley
"He keeps you so cooped up all the time that you don't even have time to visit your family," Mom whines for the hundredth time since I entered the house. It is not like she missed me, she is just looking for something to nag about and this is the only thing she can think of right now.
"I am here now, aren't I?" I roll my eyes.
"We haven't even come to your house. No one even knows where you live."
I turn to Dad, who is stealing glances at the television. I wish he would just stop her from badgering me. I just wanted to spend some time with them before I die. Is that too fucking much to ask for?
"Mom, I am sorry, but I didn't come here to have an argument. I just want to spend some time with Dad." I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.