|The Movie Theater
Author: tania.charles.94 PM
Riku is at the Movie theater with his dad unwillingly. After drinking a lot something happens to Riku.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Words: 1,260 - Published: 03-07-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3106931
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The Movie Theater
"Can we go to the arcade instead?" I ask my father. He shakes his head.
"No, Riku, you need to watch more educational things. Besides, I already paid for the tickets. It's on a big screen. It uses technology. Isn't that enough?" He asks.
"It doesn't change the fact that it's educational and I never asked you to buy a ticket for me either." I tell him.
"If I had asked you would have refused. I'm forcing you to watch it so deal with it." He says.
He gives me a last angry glare before walking off to the room named: The history of Galaxies. I follow him inside. The room is dark even though the screen is on. We sit on the 8th row of red chairs. This is going to be boring as hell. I rest my chin on my palm. I take a sip from my soda.
"This movie is an hour and thirty minutes long, so during that short time don't say anything, don't get up and don't bother me." He demands.
A short time? Does he know how freaking long an hour and thirty minutes can be when you're bored? But I didn't say it out loud. The movie starts after the warnings about turning your phone off ends. Words that I can't fully understand come out of the speakers.
A galaxy is a massive, gravitationally bound system consisting of stars, stellar remnants, and interstellar medium of gas and dust, and, it is hypothesized, an important but poorly understood component called dark matter. The word galaxy is derived from the Greek galaxias (γαλαξίας), literally "milky", a reference to the Milky Way.
Oh god, those words are killing my brain cells. The screen shows the Milky Way and the other things around it. This is the worst Sunday already. This morning my dad got mad at me because I accidently hit my sister. She faked everything making me in trouble.
And during lunch I said something mean to her and my parents were extremely angry. I said something like: "You freaking biotch, I'm going to get you back, hard." so yeah. I'll get her back someday. I take another sip of my soda. I play with my hair to pass time.
I finish my drink forty minutes after the movie started. Fifty minutes to go. I decided to daydream during that time but now it's boring. I wish I had my portable video game with me but my father was like: "You can't use cellphones so why do you think you can play videogames?" and I was like: I'll put the sound down or I'll hide it." and we kept arguing and of course he won.
Ten minutes after I finish my drink I feel pressure in my bladder. Yes, a good reason to go outside! But he looks like nothing is going to get him out of the movie. Let's try anyway.
"Dad?" I whisper but he doesn't hear me so I say it a little louder.
"Dad, hey dad?" He still doesn't hear me so I nudge his arm.
"I told you not to say anything and not to bother me." He whispers angrily at me.
"But I need t-"
"Shhh, just listen."
I pout but I don't say anything else. I guess I'll have to put up with it for a while.
After twenty minutes I couldn't concentrate on anything else than my bladder. I try to actually pay attention to the movie but the words don't enter my brain. I finally get the guts to ask him again.
"Dad, I really need to g-" I start to say but he gives me one of his scariest, angriest, looks before turning his eyes back to the stupid movie.
If I just walk out he'll be really angry but that's better than having some bladder problem. Twenty-eight minutes, I can hold it that long right? I cross my legs, hoping it will help a little. After five minutes I change to tapping my foot but my father flicks my thigh. Damn it, what should I do? The need is growing larger with every minute. Thirteen minutes. At this rate I don't think I'll be able to hold it much longer. The girl next to me stands
"Excuse me, please. Can I please pass? " She asks politely.
She pushes me on her way out of the row making my bladder shake. I can't take this any longer.
"Dad, please, I need-" I start but he interrupts me again.
"Riku..." He says angrily but I really can't take this anymore.
"Dad, God damn it, I need to go the restroom!" I hiss.
His eyes narrows. Oh no, not a good sign.
"Haven't I taught you not to curse, Riku?" He whispers angrily.
I cursed? Ah, crap, I did!
"You stay here." He says, glaring at me.
"But dad, I really need to go. Please!" I plead but all he does is ignore me.
My bladder is starting to hurt now. A sixteen year-old adolescent can't do a childish thing like grabbing himself either. Should I run out? But he won't let it go easily, especially not after what happened this morning. I'll have to hold it a little bit longer.
After seven minutes I was breathing hard. My body relaxes by itself letting some drops escape. I quickly get control back. I have to go, like, now. I get up but my father grabs my arm and pushes me back on the seat. He gives me a single glare that gives me shivers. I guess I can't do anything now but wait. Six minutes.
Tears start forming in my eyes from the pain in my bladder. Why did I drink so much? More drops escape. Maybe begging will work.
"Dad, please, I'm sorry. I'll apologize to her and I'll do better at school. Please, let me go." I plead silently.
He looks at me with eyes of pity but the anger is still there.
"The movie will be done in 5 minutes. Hold it for that long and you'll be free to run ahead."
"I can't! Some already came out too!" I hiss quietly enough for the others not to hear.
"Show me that you're a man." He says and goes back to the almost finished movie.
I can feel myself shaking. My body relaxes and this time I can't stop the liquid from escaping. A little sigh escape my lips but thanks to the loud speakers, I think nobody heard me. My pants turn wet and warm. Can the seat absorb it? I hear the little dropping sounds as it touches the floor. How the hell did it go through the seat? My father seems to have notice my panick.
"I guess you couldn't." He says.
He moves his hand and "accidently" drop his, fortunately not hot, coffee cup all over my lap. The smell of the almost black coffee masks the smell of urine.
"Oops, sorry. You can go wash that off in the restroom."
I run to the bathroom before there's urine everywhere. I barely had enough time to pull my pants down before my pants were completely soaked. I sigh of relief escape my lips. Wait is there anyone here? I look around but nobody's was here. My father enters the restroom.
"How are you going to explain that?" He asks, almost smiling.
"It's all your fault, dad!" I yell at him.
He just smiles. How am I going to explain this to everyone?