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I hate this old town in the middle of nowhere. I wish I could just disappear or move away...something to make me forget these past few weeks here at home. On the day of my last exam of high school, my friends and I decided it was an amazing opportunity to go out and party after the exams finished. It would be at least two weeks before the exam grades were out and we could finally be free of high school, given that we pass the exams. But at about midnight I got a call from my mom, and decided it was best to go home before getting too trashed.

We were going through some pretty tough times. My father had just died three weeks ago and leaving mom by herself did not seem like a good idea. She had been a wreck after his death. She was completely stuck to him like a schoolgirl and her first boyfriend. She took his death very hard, much harder than I ever thought possible. Mom had always been my ray of hope. My father was never very fond of me. I'm a girly looking boy who loves art more than anything in the world, even his own family. Mom was the only one who would talk to me; she was the only thing I had to keep me going so I decided I would do the same. I would look out for her from the day of father's death on.

I hadn't even talked to my father for at least four months before he died. Our last fight was about how he wished for me to take over his business after I graduated college. Of course that was never going to happen. I cannot sit around all day and become a lazy old office drone like everyone else in this shitty old town. I planned on leaving this old town to go to an art college California, far away from this nasty old town in Texas.

Before I go back home so as to not worry mom any further, my friends and I decide to hit up one last bar, our favorite bar. It was called Fifty, and it fit us pretty well. You'd think a bar named Fifty would be all hippies, with peace signs and hippies everywhere, but it wasn't. Most people in town had never been there, it was usually quiet except on Friday nights like this one. Today was extremely packed because it was the last day of exams right before summer vacation. I actually kind of liked my girly face and build on nights like this. I had a face cuter and hips more slender than any of my female friends in this town, and because of that I learned to deal with people using my fists and venomous words rather than acting civil. On nights like these which were very loud with music blaring and alcohol buzzing in your brain you take what you can get. Even if that means being hit on by every guy that thinks I'm a girl, as long as I've got free booze it's somewhat acceptable. And it's all the better since it's free. Since mom's waiting at home I take off early, before my friends so she won't worry.

As I step out of the bar wearing clothes, that honestly even I think make me look like a girl, some sketchy looking drunks walk right up to me. The first slurring his words as he say "Heyy cutie, ya wanna come back to my place~, I got a real~ nice pool we could go s-swimming~ in."

"No thank you," I say forcing myself to smile. "I'm in a hurry to get home, my mom's waiting for me to get back," I have to use every muscle in my body not to rush over and punch him to the ground. I hate these stupid, disgusting drunks. I should have left earlier, when I got the first text from mom.

The second one steps closer, grabbing my shoulder saying, "We've got a real spacious truck out back. Come on, We'll give you a ride." He grips my shoulder harder so I cannot pull out of his vice grip, pulling me towards the back ignoring my protests. Now that I've had some beer in me, I don't have the best control over my actions and these guys are really starting to piss me off. I grab the second mans wrist from my shoulder and twist with only a fraction of my superhuman strength, listening to the cracking of his bones as I twist his arm until he hits the floor screaming in pain. As I let go, the drunken man curses "you bitch, how dare you" and comes flying for my face. Instantly my fist is in his nose, blood gushing everywhere. That's got to hurt like a bitch, but as they are both lying on the ground in a growing puddle of blood, I decide it's the best time to flee. My favorite, ever so feminine shirt is now covered with a drunk mans blood and my knuckles scraped, skin broken. I must clean that out when I get home so I don't catch any diseases.

People are now filing out of the bar to check on the violent cursing and blood covered drunks, screaming on the ground behind me as I quickly flee to the taxi station. I quickly pull my jacket out of my book bag and drape it over me as I call the number for the taxi. I don't think it would be wise to take the bus all covered in blood and I doubt mom will be happy when she sees me. She's never been to keen on my fighting, which I do a lot. Even though I'm the smallest and most feminine male at my high school I was definitely by far the strongest. I took karate and judo until my junior year in order to protect myself in situations like those.

The taxi pulls up and I hop in giving him my address as I sit back to relax. I'm just glad I wasn't arrested this time, like right after dad died. I guess even my hatred for him didn't matter if someone else were to make rude comments about him. Right after he died, the boys from my school were slashing and burning everything my father had ever done and it started to tick me off, that mixed with the anger of being unable to help my mom now, when she needed it the most. I cracked a kid's head open on the pavement and was arrested. Though no charges were pressed, the kid probably fearing his life if he had tried. My family was pretty rich due to dad's business which was now turned over and the money from liquidation given back to us to live off of. We could have hired the best lawyers to ensure we won the case. He wouldn't stand a chance. Luckily though, none of the other boys tried to hit on me all the way up to this last day of exams.

This shitty old town won't hold a graduation ceremony, it's too poor to even think about it, so after the result come out our diplomas are sent in the mail and we are free to go to college or start working. Now the taxi is pulling up to my house, I thank the man as I give him the cash and step out of the cab.

As I walk up to the house, I notice the extra fancy car in the parking lot and mom laughing away in the living room. At this time of night, moms usually asleep with all of the extra lights turned off. She turns and spots me out the window waving very excitedly, then her face becomes concerned and I realize my jacket has come unbuttoned and the blood is easily visible under the streetlight. Mom hates blood but I don't really mind it. I like how it looks, tastes and smells. Actually, it might be my favorite thing, now that I think about it.

I walk up the porch steps and into the doorway. Taking off my shoes, I notice a pair of men's shoes that I don't recognize and I slowly creep around the corner. My jacket now fully off and my blood soaked shirt shimmering in the artificial light of the large chandelier. I step into the living room and mom and the man stop talking and practically sit gaping at me, until mom says, "Oh my, Bonnie what happened to you?" I don't quite comprehend the question as I stare at the man, wondering who he is and why he's here. Then I notice my mom's all dolled up and shining from head to toe.

Oh no. She found a new man quite quickly. Well, it's not that surprising since she is still young and is one of the most beautiful women in town. By the looks of the rental car outside, I'm guessing this man doesn't live around here and by the look in mom's eye I can tell she won't be leaving him anytime soon. I sigh and snap back to reality as mom's lecturing me about staying out late and drinking before I'm of age. Then it comes back to that question again "Bonnie, what happened to you?" I almost forget how to breathe as I remember the promise I made to her about not getting into fights anymore. Right now I probably look like an idiot staring as I don't know how to explain this to mom.

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