One of my write-ups vying to be sent to klash.
He was way past his curfew time. He knew that if his dad caught him coming home so late again, he was damned for life. High on the liquor he’d consumed, head buzzing and the room spinning, he tiptoed cautiously towards his room.
As he passed his parents’ room, he snuck a peek and saw two silhouettes in the bed. Heaving a sigh of relief, he entered his room, and stopped short in his tracks.
His father looked up from the book he was reading and said “that’s your younger brother sleeping.”
And the only thought swirling in his head was “Damn, I’m screwed!”