Finally got around to fixing this, I have kept some of the original text but this is pretty much a total rewrite so I can atone for my sins.
Unbeta'd bc I dont actually care
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A hand came swinging down at the small teen before i could even register that an attack was coming.
His father's screaming was incomprehensible, only his knowledge of what had set him off let Karkat know what insults his father was probably slinging at him. His father screamed again, seeming to give up his verbal abuse for physical. i grabbed Karkat by his hair, dragged him up the stairs, and threw him into ti closet they pretended was his bedroom.
"You're fuckin' lucky i got better shit to worry about tonight. Make sure your shit's packed by ti time i wake up tomorrow, if it's not packed we're leaving it." He slurred, making to slam the door.
Karkat shoved his foot into the door, ensuring that it wouldn't close, "What are you talking about? We're leaving? Where the hell are we gonna go?", He asked.
"I got a job offer in Washington. So we're moving." He snarled through his teeth.
Karkat slammed the door shut and slid to the floor putting his face in his hands, and pulling his knees to his chest.
Karkat's father had become extremely abusive after the death of Karkat's mother, mainly because his idea of mourning involved a fifth of Jack more often than not. He also happened to be the poster child for homophobia, not sure if there's an actual reason for that one or not - he'll get back to you on that one.
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Even in his current mental state Karkat couldn't help but think, What self respecting company would offer him a job that required him to move? He's a fucking drunk who can't hold a job for more than a year!
With no reason not to listen to his father he started packing, not that it took all that long seeing as he had a grand total of twenty non-clothing possessions.
As soon as he was done he reached under his bed to grab what he considered to be his most valuble possessions. A prepaid cell he used whenever his father drank away the phone bill money, his key to his best friend Gamzee's place, a small album of photos of his mother, and the one phot he had of his brother Kankri. Kankri hadn't been able to handle their father after their mom passed, so he had ran away. He was three years older then Karkat, leaving him just shy of eighteen, and when he ran all he had left behind was bad memories and a promise. A promise to come back for Karkat when he was finally legal. Karkat wasn't actually expecting him to, nor was he going to hold it against Kankri if their paths ever crossed again. If it had been Karkat he would have left the second the funeral had ended, maybe even before then.
Karkat shot off a text to Gamzee as the clock struck twelve letting him know he was coming over. Not that he needed to, he did have a key.
Sneaking out of the house was quite easy when you had free, unrestricted access to the fire escape. Karkat was out of the house and on the street in two minutes, and he was on Gamzee's front stoop in another five.
the next chapter will be temporary but its just gonna be a reminder that im fixing my shit