"No. No, it's not! Can't you even tell when it's not your fircking husband?!" Sawyer growled and threw his books down.
"Hey! Watch your mouth! You're lucky Frank and I even took you in after your dad shot himself and your mother!" she said, turning around and glaring at Sawyer. He rolled his eyes and walked up the stairs. "Hey! You come back down here! I'm not done talking to you! You are so---" her voice trailed off until Sawyer couldn't hear her anymore. He turned his iPod on and flipped to the band Three Days Grace. The song Home played.
"Ha. Perfect song!" Sawyer chuckled. He heard someone call his name. He paused the song and headed downstairs. "What?" he asked gruffly.
"Anne here tells me that you've been mouthing back to her. How many times have we told you that we could throw you out at anytime we want, James?" Frank asked, bring his face close enough to Sawyer's that he cringed.
"Fine throw me out! This place is mor like hell than anywhere else I've benn! I'd rather go to that adoptive services place down the street than here! So go ahead! Throw me out! What the hell do I care?!" Sawyer spat back at Frank.
"James Ford! You do not talk to us like that!" Frank yelled, hitting Sawyer in the face. Sawyer took a few steps backward and then looked back at his uncle, hate filling his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever!" Sawyer said as he made his way out the front door.
"COME BACK HERE! IF YOU DO THIS! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!" Frank yelled from the doorstep. Sawyer got into his car and drove to the nearest bar.
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Sawyer burst into the door of the house, his head pounding. "Where have you been?" Anne yelled at Sawyer, making his head pound even more. "Answer me boy, where have you been?!"
"No where. Now leave me alone!" Sawyer said, pushing his way past his aunt. She butt back in front of him, making Sawyer knock into her. His vision went blurry and he stumbled back.
"Just to let you know, your uncle, my husband is dead! He died almost instantly after you left! I want you to know that it was your fault and I'm not afraid to tell anyone else so!" she growled.
"What?" Sawyer asked, shocked. He wasn't upset, just surprised.
"I said your undle is dead and it's all your fault! What are you? Stupid?"
"No! No, I'm not! And now that he's gone there is nothing stopping me from leaving! And all I have to say is this, you sit on your fat ass all day because your good for nothing else! I'm surprised you husband even stayed with you! You're lazy and you know it! You take your anger oitu one me and I;m not taking it anymore! I'm 18 and can live on my own! When I leave, I never want to hear from you again! This. Is. It!" Sawyer said as he stared into her rat eyes. She blinked back tears as apprehension gathered into her face.
Sawyer walked up the stairs, thrust himself into his room and threw what little belongings he had into his bag. He saw his note, picked that up and pushed it into his pocket. He took his iPod and pushed the earbusd into his ears. Listening to the song, he smiled and whispered, "this house is not a home. I'm finally free." with a small smile on his face. Walking out of the house, he knew he would never have to come back.