A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

It’s out of my mouth before I can think better of it. I don’t mean to
be a jerkweed. I just am. But I’m pissed. Because I thought you and I
were getting close. I thought you were opening up to me. Turns out I
was wrong.
Dad slams a wooden spoon on the countertop. The sound is loud.
“Damn it, Leo! Just shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking
about.”
In all my life, Dad’s never told me to shut up. You freak out,
because of the noise. You’re shaking. You start to cry. Or maybe
that’s pretend, too. Maybe you’re making that up just to dupe us.
Dad coaxes you into a chair. He gets you something to drink. He
gets you one of those pills the shrink prescribed for you.
If I lied, Dad would take my internet away for a month. You lie and
he babies you.
After you’re done shitting your pants, Dad goes back to his ground
beef. I stand there watching the whole thing and then leave.
No one asks about my day.