Days as dirk.
day 1
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Your name is Dirk Strider, your 17 years old; you are turning 18 very soon. You live with your parents and little brother that annoys you and is constantly stealing your stuff. Your currently at Roxy Lalondes house, she is one of your best friends. Roxy is a bit older than you are by 2 years and she lives with her younger sister rose. Roxy knows everything about you, and she has helped you through some pretty difficult times in your life.
Its getting late, and you decide its time to drive home before your parents get too worried. You say good bye to Roxy, and give a hug to rose. You walk out of their apartment building; the city you live in can be quite crowed at night. You drive an old orange 2000 Honda civic that you saved up to buy yourself. It still needs some work done to it but that's the joys of buying the only used car you could afford. Once youre in the car it takes a few tries to get it started but once it is running you head home. While driving down the busy one way streets you observe the people in front of you crossing the road and laughing, going to clubs. You always wanted to be a DJ you even have your own equipment, and tracks made. As you make your way out of the city and into the more suburban area you stop outside of your house. The porch light is on, meaning that your parents are waiting for you.
You step out of your car, locking the door and then making your way inside the house. Right when you enter youre unpleasantly greeted by your father and mother. Where were you Dirk? We told you to be home by 8 tonight." you take off your jacket and hang it up in the closet next to the front door.
"I was just at Roxys house." you start to walk upstairs to your room, but your father is not allowing you to escape to your room this time.
"I'm not done talking to you yet." your mother stands up and you turn around not seeing what the problem is, or why you have to be home so early your almost 18 years old and they treat you like your 15. Your mother looks at you upset.
"Dirk we are just worried about you, the city isn't a safe place to be at night. We really don't want you to get hurt." your mother, like any has a tone that makes all of your arguments seem insignificant compared to her genuine care for you.
"Mom Im not a little kid any more, I shouldnt need a curfew as early as 8 pm." Your dad and your mom are two completely different people. Your father was a strict, angry man. Youre sure your mother would not be with him if it was not for you and your brother Daves conception. She couldn't support you two on her own when you were younger. Either way, your father never let her leave even if she wanted to. You remember hearing them fight all the time when you were younger. More vividly you remember the few times your father had put his hands on your mother. Their relationship was definitely not healthy. The only reason you do what he says is because you dont want to see your mother get hurt because of your defiance. There have been a few times when your father had abused you, Left bruises on you. You always told your friends you had been training and you were, but training never made you limp. In your mind it was better for you to be beaten than your mother. There are a lot of things you wish you could do to get your mother out of her situation but every time you try to talk to her she assures you that she will be okay.
"As long as youre under my Fucking roof you will do what I say. You got that Boy." your father gets uncomfortably close to you making you cringe. It takes every ounce of restraint you have not to punch him in the face. Youre smarter, and you know that would end up with your mother hurt tomorrow. And what did I tell you about wearing those sun glasses in this house?" He raises his voice clearly trying to intimidate you but all you feel is anger. You take off your shades and try not to make eye contact with him.
"I got it." your answer is short and simple, and its what he wanted to hear. He walks away from you and you walk upstairs. When you reach the hall way you look into Daves room, and he is fast asleep. Dave is your fathers favorite. They got along so well. Everything your dad wouldnt do with you he did with Dave. You were always the fuck up, the bad example, the failure. Your father never put his hands on Dave like he did you, and for that you felt a bit of resentment towards your brother. How come you were born hated and he was born loved. It wasnt fair. You start to hear your father yelling at your mother.
"This is all your fault! You raised that piece of shit. If it wasnt for you he would be a better kid. You should be ashamed of yourself. Its bad enough they were born with those fucking eyes of yours. Havent you tainted these children enough, your poisoning their heads? Filling them with false hopes and tricking them into thinking that they are always right. Youre lucky I have saved Dave from becoming like his worthless brother." you go to your room and shut the door.
Everything in your room was bought by you, by shoveling snow for the neighbors, mowing lawns, and doing DJing gigs at your high school. You lie down on your bed and look up at your blank ceiling. You think about how awesome it will be to move out of your parents house and go to college. Become a music major, live your life the way you want to. Your eyelids become heavy, and sleep forces its influence upon you. Maybe when you wake up tomorrow your days will be better.