Disclaimer:I do not own anything related to the Breakfast Club, I am just writing this story for fun.
Author's note:This is my first fan fiction ever... please enjoy this story written from John's POV.
I had thought of this moment many times, ever since I was young. I think of it as Independence Day, John Bender style. Over time, I came up with a plan. I ran it thru my head every night, telling myself;
This is the night... The night that I finally end his miserable life, liberating myself... Tonight is the night my sick fuckhead father dies, and John Bender escapes the rotten shithole known as Shermer...
Now I know for sure that I must do this... if I don't want to end up like my father; a tyrrant in a broken home (as some lameass dweeboid would say). It's now or never. Tonight, I start life on the run.
I get up from bed and quickly get dressed. I quickly think of the plan one more time. I'm ready... I take my duffelbag out of the closet and put it next to my door. I sigh, and make my way towards the living room.
My father is passed out on the couch, surrounded by empty beer bottles, like a fuckin alcoholic. I decide to take off my boots for the moment, so I don't make to much noise. Ironically, Friday the 13th is playing on the TV. I move towards him very slowly, with my switchblade raised.
With one swift move, it all ends for him. My switchblade is stuck in his throat, his eyes are wide open and he tries to scream, but blood is squirting out of his mouth. He grabs my arm with such a tight grip, I feel like he's gonna rip it right off.
But I stay focused. I look at him with utter hatred, and he replies with a sharp gaze. At the moment, I feel so saddistic and cruel and i just love it so much. I begin to saw his neck, and there's blood making it's way on to the furniture, the floor, him and even myself.
I pull out the knife, and wipe the blood on to the wall. He looks at me one more time, and then all of a sudden, that sharp gaze filled with so many feelings, turns into a blank stare.
I, John Bender, have just ended my own father's life. I don't know how to feel anymore. Hate, fear, remorse, angst, liberation, happiness, denial, relief; it all turns into one giant black hole inside of me. While his body rots into the Earth and I keep moving from city to city, always on the run, that black hole remains inside of me... forever.