Cheer Up

“Do you know how embarrassed I am?” Jason’s father, Judge Hill barked.
Jason grabs me by the wrist and begins to pull me toward the front door.
“If you’re going to check out Lawrence Miller, do it on your own time. Don’t whore under my roof!” Mrs. Hill says something inaudible between her sobs.
Jason’s grip tightens. I open the door, pulling him with me. “Let’s get out of here,” I suggest for his sake. He’s so embarrassed he barely knows what to do. I can tell that this isn’t the first time that they’ve fought like this, but it must be the first time someone else has witnessed it. My parents used to do it. I know it’s just better to be out of the house until it blows over.
I grab the keys from Jason’s palm and start the car.
Jason rides shotgun in silence, alternating between grimaces and grinding his jaw.
I park by an empty field and turn the engine off. I feel shy about looking at Jason but I do. He looks out of the window. A full moon is out.
“You know it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” No response.

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