Rend Me, The Wayward Knight by Mary VanAlstine

Author:Mary VanAlstine [Mary VanAlstine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreaming in Color
Published: 2024-01-20T00:00:00+00:00

“Jeeze, Micah,” said Julian, rubbing his eyes, “it’s three in the morning. You’re completely hammered.”

Micah looked up with a spoon in his mouth, swallowing an excessively large bite of ice cream. He doubled over. “Augh! Brain freeze.”

Leaning against the doorway into the kitchen, Julian closed his robe around himself and shook his head. “I know you’re upset that Andrew left,” he said, “but there’s no need to be sloppy.”

“Sloppy?” said Micah, staggering up to Julian, slinging an arm around his neck.

“Ugh.” Julian plugged his nose. “Tequila.”

“Sometimes I think you call me names to hurt my feelings on purpose,” Micah said. He blew on the concave side of the spoon and carefully balanced it on his nose. It stayed there for a moment and then clanged onto the kitchen tiles.

“I’m being honest,” argued Julian. He bent down and picked up the spoon, dropping it into the sink. “You should go to bed.”

“You’re only honest when you’re insulting me!” Micah sang. He blindly felt his way down to the living room with his hands on the wall, flipping on the lights and dazzling Julian’s eyes as he trailed along after his son.

“Were you drinking by yourself? You know that’s a bad idea for anyone, Micah.”

“Oh, no.” Micah flopped onto the couch. “I was drinking with my sister.”

Julian let out a long sigh. “So is that what you’re going to do while Andrew’s away? Play pretend with the Folk?”

“Pretend?” Micah sat up. His head spun. He gagged, dropping his forehead onto the heel of his hand. “Woof.” When he managed to look back up, Julian had gotten a glass of water from the kitchen, holding it out to him. Taking the glass, Micah said with a sidelong glance at his father, “I’m half from their world, Dad. What makes you so sure I’m not playing pretend when I’m here with you?”

Julian froze, gazing down with his amber eyes round with surprise. Micah sipped his water and glared at the patio doors.

“I forgot how nasty you get when you drink,” observed Julian.

Shrugging, Micah said indifferently, “Sorry I have to be drunk to be as mean as you are.”

Eyes flashing, Julian snatched the glass of water from Micah’s hand and splashed it in his face. Flinching back, Micah yelled, angrily swiping his sleeve across his face.

Spitting water, he spluttered, “What the hell, Dad!”

“If you’re playing pretend, then so am I. Do you think I want any of your magical nonsense in my life?” snapped Julian.

“Sorry I’m such a nuisance,” Micah said with a sneer behind the water dribbling down his cheeks.

Julian shook his head. “You’re missing the point. You always do. Even when you were a kid. Things don’t always revolve around you, Micah. Sober up.” Bringing the glass with him, Julian shut off the lights in the living room and went upstairs, leaving Micah dripping wet on the couch in the dark.

Slumping into a corner of the couch, Micah covered his face with a pillow and screamed and swore into it.

Julian was right. He needed to sober up.

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