The teenager, a boy only fifteen, grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the shelf and snuck a few swallows. The amber liquid scorched down his throat and he relished a pain caused by his own choices and not his father's. Already, he felt the lift in his stomach; his thin and malnourished body did not afford him much tolerance.
He walked, stumbling only once, to the living room where his father waited. The man lay sprawled on the armchair and watched the news, uninterested. He turned when Grantaire came over to the chair and looked up at his son; he held up his empty tumbler wordlessly. Grantaire shook his long black hair into his eyes to avoid eye contact as he quietly poured the drink.

He turned to walk away and get drunk himself, but with his eyes down, he ran into the couch. He stumbled and the liquor in his hands spilled all over the couch. His father stood immediately and grabbed his wrists to turn him around. Grantaire maintained a firm grip on the bottle as his father threw his glass across the room, shattering it.

He threw Grantaire's wrists aside and went for his throat, strangling him as he shoved him against a wall. His gripped tightened and Grantaire struggled for breath. "You piece of shit," his father yelled. "You can't even pour a fucking glass of whiskey without screwing it up, can you?!"

Still maintaining a grip on Grantaire's neck, he punched him. Grantaire could feel his nose break as his father threw him to the ground. The bottle he held broke as his hand hit the floor. Only a shard, about five inches long, remained in his hand. His father had turned his back and was walking away. Grantaire stumbled to his feet, blood pumping rage rapidly through his veins, and quickly ran to his father. He wrapped a thin but strong arm around his neck and pulled back as he stabbed the shard through his rib cage.

Grantaire leaned his head on his father's shoulder, his mouth near his ear, and said, as the life left his father's eyes, "I can do this without screwing up."

He pulled the shard out of his father's back and threw the lifeless corpse to the floor at his feet. He wiped a bit of blood from his mouth and walked away.