So Cold

A poem/song fic from Steve's point of view, I used 'Daddy' instead of 'Father' because I think Steve really missed out on having a 'Daddy'. There's flash backs in between the stanzas.

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Sitting on the porch of the Curtis household, Steve cast a longing look down the street to his house where he knew his father was sitting, undoubtedly, with a six pack of bud next to him on the couch…

Daddy, Daddy can't you see what all your yelling's done to me

I can't think straight and I can't talk back because for that I get a

smack

"Can't you do anything right, boy! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO WORK!" His father shouted in a drunken stupor "Just get out! Get out of my way!"

"I wasn't in your way, I'm never even in the god damn house!" He retorted, a small smile playing at his lips.

"I'll teach you to talk back to me, boy," And with that, his father hit him, hard, across his face.

A day out of the house, and a night spent on another's couch.

And all the nights you screamed at me, are always here reminding me

I never want to be like you, I never want to do the things you do.

"Hey Steve-O," His best friend gave him a winning grin "If you need a place to stay tonight, our couch is always free," He set a sheepish glance towards his feet "I know it's mighty cold in the lot. Wouldn't want you to freeze up all that grease in your hair." With a grin he walked off, back to station at the DX.

All my life your going to haunt me, and keep me from being the things I see.

I heard you when you said I was no good, I hear when you say get out

For good. Forgive you is something I can never do, and five bucks isn't

going to help you.

"Listen, son. About, last night. You know I didn't mean it. And, it's not going to happen again." He reached into his pocket "Here, take your girl out to a movie tonight. On me," He placed a five dollar bill on the table in front of his son, as if that could fix everything "I better get to work." He muttered.

Daddy, Daddy can't you see what all your yelling's done to me

I can't think straight and I can't talk back because for that I get a

smack

I didn't want to be like that. I didn't want to turn so cold

But everything turns out wrong. All I want is to get along, I want

to just belong, as long as you're here haunting me I'll never

Be the things I wish to be. Daddy Daddy can't you see how much

Your drinking has hurt me.

"Hey, Soda. Why do you always have to go bringing that kid around?"

"Aw. Come on Steve, I know the two of you don't get on too great, but he don't get out much," Soda glanced back at his younger brother "Besides, he ain't that bad. Why do you always gotta be so tough on him?"

"I don't know. I guess I just think kid's ain't so tuff."

"Hey ain't a kid, buddy. He's near 16 now. Besides, it ain't like we got girls with us or nothing. Tomorrow, we'll go out and hunt up some action of our own." Soda grinned, and glanced at him with a hopeful look

"Yeah. No kids allowed."

18 years ago today you'd said you never push me away

From then to now that's all you did and sometimes I'll

Admit I wish you were dead.

"So. My graduation's tomorrow night. I mean, I ain't valedictorian or nothing, but. I'm getting' a diploma…" He began

"So? Why do I give a shit. It ain't like your gonna amount to anything that doesn't involve working under a ton of metal." His father didn't take his eyes off the TV while he dismissed his only son. He only opened another beer, and laughed at the commercial came on.

"Fucking prick."

Daddy Daddy can't you see? All I want is you to be proud of me….

"Hey! Steve!" A voice pulled Steve away from his thoughts "Man, come on! It's your 18th! Let's go get rip roaring drunk!" Two-Bit laughed and began to walk off.

"Hell Yeah!" Steve thoughts where else where now, and the images of his father floated out of his current wave of thoughts.