“Brian, help your sister with the dishes.” My mother called out from the kitchen.
“No, I can’t!” I boomed louder than I should’ve. “I’m walking Ashley to her car,” I shouted and closed the front door before she or my step-father could say anything.
I jogged a few steps to catch up to Ashley as she stepped along the landscaped path of stones across the front lawn to get to the driveway. The fall evening air was cool on my skin after being stuck in the stuffy dining room with my atrocious parents all night.
“Ashley, Ashley wait- wait,” I called out as ran beside her. “Listen, I’m sorry. I told you my parents were jerks.”
“Yeah, no shit!” Ashley snapped. Her brown hair flinging over her shoulder as she turned. She was a skinny girl but tall. Her usual talkative self was more reserved as she stomped towards her five year old Toyota Corolla with mismatching rims. “You said they were assholes, you didn’t say I was going to have to give a fucking financial review of how poor my family is compared your snobby fucking-”