On entering the kitchen he saw Anushka sitting at the counter. She was just sitting there with nothing in front of her, no tea or juice. She was lost in her own little world and she didn’t even realize that he was standing there. The entire kitchen was silent. Michael just stood there and Anushka wasn’t making a sound. It was then that he realized that from the kitchen you couldn’t hear the commotion that was taking place up stairs. He couldn’t think of anything to say. It was clear that she was crying a lot. Her face was swollen and soaked in her tears and when Michael saw this he couldn’t help but remember the day of his parents’ funeral when he had cried on Emily’s lap. Ever since he had met Anushka he had been faced with awkward questions and situation that he just couldn’t seem to handle. Luckily every time he thought that he didn’t have the words to say, what ever he told her always seem to come out right.
He walked slowly towards the kitchen cupboard and opened it, taking out two cups. He then turned and opened the tap and began to fill the cups, still not looking and her grief stricken face. Since it was clear that he wasn’t going to say anything she began to speak.
“I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work,” she started, sniffling as she spoke. “I know that they’re my parents and that they’re you’re friends but this is what they truly are like when their alone. I hate them,” she ended with a slight sob.
He had no idea how to react to this. As much as he wanted say something he kept his cool. He knew that she wasn’t done talking but he took the opportunity to look at her. There were no tears on her face, nor were her eyes filled with tears. She was serious when she said this. It was truly pure hatred that she was showing to him. She wasn’t sad either the sadness seemed to be replaced with anger. Michael knew that her parents had a temper, they both had one, but Anushka wasn’t a child being angry she was a child that couldn’t take this kind of abuse anymore. A part of him was even a little scared because of what she had said. She didn’t say that she hated the way they argued, she just hated them. She had lived her entire life listening to them argue and this was the result of that.
“I don’t want to talk about it ok?” she finished.
“Neither do I It’s enough just hearing them argue,” Michael said. Then he turned and took out the cocoa tea from the other cupboard and began to make tea.
“It’s not like they don’t care about each other,” she continued again, “I always hear Aunt Emily talk about how much they love each other. But…..”
“Anushka, I said I didn’t want to talk about it. It’s just too upsetting.” He interrupted her she was about to pour her heart out and cry but she had no idea how to react to what he had said.
“Here have some of this,” he said as he handed her the cup of tea. Then he sat opposite her at the counter.
She looked at him confused sipping the tea. What was he doing, here she was ready to scream out loud and burst into tears and he was acting as though nothing was wrong.
“When I used to stay with my Aunt and Uncle, he always made cocoa tea for me in the middle of the night. If my Aunt had ever caught us I don’t know what would have happened. She never thought it was healthy,” Said Michael conveying a story and completely ignoring the real problem they had.
“Michael!” she shouted. “Why are you telling me this? Don’t you get it? I’m sitting here in the middle of the night listening to my parents argue! You’re supposed to be telling me that every thing’s going to be ok or something like that!”
“Well that’s stupid how would I know that everything’s going to be ok?............IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS LET ME KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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