After School

As Lerildric walked home that afternoon, a brief question flashed through him, would his father be drunk again? Of course he would be. School had been fine, he felt guilty some days leaving his mother at home and his little sister alone with his father. His mother begged him to go to the school, and what little money she was able to hide away went towards this dream for him. He immediately knew something was wrong as he turned onto the dirt road that led to his house and he saw the open front door and the two men sleeping outside. Another party tonight, but as he drew closer, he recognized the two drunks outside as his father's friends from when dad worked in the wheat fields last Autumn. Walking past them, he ducked in the front door and immediately dropped his bag in the doorway. Two of his father's friends, obviously not as drunk as the ones outside, were sitting on either side of his mother, who was crying, while dad was pouring another drink. "Don't worry about him. He knows how Mom contributes around here. If you two go at her at the same time, I'll knock a couple silver off, she still has to make dinner after and Leri's home now." Rage filled Lerildric, he had inklings that this sort of filth had been occurring. He had seen his father counting coins before, so few for the cost to his mother. As his eyes started to glass over with tears that burned down his cheeks, tears of rage, not the same as hers, the air around him began to distort and began to wave around him. "Get out" he said to the two field workers, without breaking his stare at his father. The last thing they saw as they ran across the lawn towards the main road was the door to the humble elven home slam closed.