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Harmonee hated talking to his parents. Especially after coming out to them, it was hard for him to look them in the eyes.
Harmonee’s grades were slipping, and his Mother and Father? They didn’t like it one bit; he was yelled at for slipping and told he should be ashamed. Yelling wasn’t much better than talking.
It was storming, and Harmonee had been staring off at the window while his parents yelled and the lightning cracked. He had his phone and door taken already, as well as his drumming lessons. There wasn’t much for them to take, so Harmonee sat through the onslaught until he was told to go to his room.
It didn’t take long in the lecture for Mother and Father to disagree, then argue, then scream at each other. When that happened, Harmonee was expected to go back to his room and to keep Indie and Maizie upstairs and away from their arguing.
When Harmonee made it to the final platform on the stairs, he looked up to see two sets of eyes peeking around the corner to watch Harmonee come up. He quickly made it up the last steps and ushered the two kids back down the hall towards the kids' room.
“C’mon, they’re arguing again.”
Thunder rumbled above the house, and Maizie jumped and ran to hug Harmonee. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and Harmonee managed to get the two back to their room. Harmonee comforted Maizie, stroking her hair as they sat down on Indie’s bed.
Both Maizie and Indie cuddled close to Harmonee. He wasn’t sure how to comfort them or just calm them down, until they thought of a little tune they had heard a few days ago.
“One time, I tried to sing…” Harmonee’s voice wavered, “About spring and a storm, but you know, how it goes, blah blah blah blah blablah blah, All along.”
Maizie sniffled but cracked their eyes open slightly to see Harmonee.
“All the rain comes down the same, falling to from where it came. On the ground, then back around up into the sky.” Harmonee sang as he draped a blanket over Maizie’s shoulders, and Indie rested their head on Harmonee’s lap.
“I wish you could’ve heard the music when the clouds growled overhead. I finally felt enthusiastic, I finally felt alive.” He had forgotten the song up to this point, so now he was making up his own lyrics.
“Blah blah blah blah blah blah bla-blah blah, so you said. Would it please you to listen to thunder instead?” He hummed the tune and put an arm around Maizie, holding her close as he stroked Indie’s hair gently. The sun continued to fall in the sky past the horizon. It was late now, and the kids should have been in bed. So he tucked Indie in, then carried Maizie to her bed to tuck her in.
Once the other two were asleep, Harmonee returned to his room. He looked at the hinge of the door, still bare, and he sighed. Maybe it’d be better if he left. A life away from his parents sounded nice, and he could crash at a friend’s. He looked around his room. He could pack everything now. Surely he had enough money to pay for his own food.
He hadn’t even realized his parents had stopped arguing until he was trying to sleep. He didn’t hear Father’s loud sighs after an argument, and Mother was already upstairs. Harmonee looked out the window to the driveway and found that Father’s car wasn’t there. He wondered where Father went, but didn’t think too hard on it. Tomorrow was Sunday, so he knew Father would be at Church tomorrow.
Harmonee sighed and tried to sleep as much as he could on a Saturday night.