The day is rainy and cold, you walk up to your dad who sits looking troubled while reading a newspaper. “The bloody Orange bastards are such hypocrites! I am glad that you are taking those fighting classes so that you can show them their place.” Seamus says, clearly drunk. You worry that this might not be the best time to tell him about the dancing but you continue anyways.
“Dad there’s something that I have to tell you” you say taking a deep breath, “I haven’t been going to martial arts classes all of this time.” Seamus looked puzzled, “What do you mean, boy?” “I have been going to dance classes with Amelia, we have learned so much and I was too afraid to tell you but I thought you should know.” you say.
“You’re telling me that you are not only going against my wishes by doing these worthless classes but you’re also a coward for not being man enough to tell me?” Seamus says as your heart drops. You don’t know how this could possibly get worse but then, as everything in this damned place goes, it does get worse. Seamus gets angrier as he raises his voice, shaking in anger he says, “Get out.” “But dad just her--” “ARE YOU DEAF AS WELL? I SAID GET OUT!” Seamus throws an empty beer bottle at you, it grazes past you, shattering against the wall behind you. You scurry out, your dad yelling behind you, and don’t stop running until you don’t know where you are and you are soaked in the pouring rain.
You have no idea what you are going to do. Your rush of emotions leads you to Amelia’s front step. You knock really hard, prompting a confused and worried Amelia to open the door. “Jon? What is it?”
After drying off and drinking a bit of tea, you tell Amelia about the whole ordeal, “We would be happy to take you in Jon, there’s no way you can go back there, not now.”
Amelia’s family takes you in and they are very understanding. You end up moving out when you are old enough and you continue on with your dance career, your struggles inspire you as a choreographer and you always have the constant support of Amelia.