Part 2
I sit in my bedroom. My room and Nates were attached by a bathroom that goes both it's just me in that washroom every morning. No Nate.
No Nate anymore to yell at in the morning when he hogs it claming it takes a whole to get his hair that perfect. No Nate to to scream at when he finishes all the hot water and I'm the one to step in the shower feeling the cold ice on my skin ruining the day from the start.
No Nate anymore to try and get dad to go easy on me. I'll have to fight my own battles now. Alone in this hummanless building I'm forced to call home. Full of robot slaves that only listen to there head master; the big boss Thomas Rutter of as I call him dad. He doesn't deserves that tittle. He stoped being a father long ago, Nate says it's because he's been abducted by aliens and is now walking on the dark side but I know it's not true.
The white door opened to reveal my mother. We don't look a like except our blue eyes that's she passed on to me and my ten year old sister Mare she's only 2 years younger than me but acts older.
Mum has blonde hair just as Maritdith does. While I have dark brown hair like both my father and older brother Nate. People always say I look like Nate which is true. I do look a lot like Nate except Nate has longer hair and hazel eyes just as my dad except dad's eyes are full of hatred while Nate is a free soul.
She sat at the end of my bed, hands placed in her lap. I place my book I was trying to read but didn't because my thoughts are so very distracting down on my night stand which matched my bed and dresser all brown. Goes in nicely with my blue walls, at least that's what Joy says.
"Fabian" she starts, I avoid eye contact not wanting to speak to her.
"I know you're upset about your brother" she says with her gental voice pretending to be caring. She's not.
"Your brother" she paused trying to get her words to gether.
"Fabain, What Nathaniel-" I cut her off.
"Nate. He goes but by Nate, mother" I tell her
She took in a deep breath and spoke once more "Nate" she corrected herself.
"He doesn't listen, he's careless and when we try to get through to him he does-" I cut her off once more.
"Nate doesn't listen? He always listens. You guys are the ones that don't listen! You never listen to our thoughts and opinions and just shut us down when we want to try doing something else something different!" I blow
My dad walks in.
"Don't be yelling at your mother Fabian" he orders
"Or what? Your going to throw me out like Nate" I daringly ask
"Natheniel asked for it, he-" he starts but I cut him off.
"Nate. He goes by Nate! And he's only sixteen and you go and throw the poor guy out. He didn't even do anything but tried to stop you from beating me to death! He didn't ask me to bring him stuff, I CHOSE to and begged him to take it because unlike you; I don't want my brother to die out there in the cold!" I yell at them.
My mother held my father back a little. His face was full of anger and his eyes was pure bitterness. Mare stood at the doorframe watching the show.
I stood in front of my parents. This moment, this Is the moment I officially was torn away from being golden boy of the Rutter household.
"I don't want your brother dead, for gods sake. He's my son! He wants to act like a wild dog I'm letting him, he's just not doing it in this house and you will also not. Do I make myself clear?" Dad asks. Usually I will say when he asks that but no, not this time.
"I hate you" I breathe out. He takes a step close to me.
"Excuse me?" He asked. This is getting bad.
"You heard me. I hate you and I wish you would die!" I cry out. Dad didn't say a thing.
Mare looked scared and Mum, her face was emotionless. Not surpirsed, she doesn't care. She says she does but she doesn't nor have she ever. Oh if dad knew the things she done behind his back when he were on business trips or simply at work.
"I hate the both of you" I mutter looking my mother in the eye.
My blue eyes looked I hers. What happened that made there souls turn evil. I remember once upon a time we were happy. Once upon a time dad was nice and cooler than Batman. Mum was caring and always helped us and wanted to do family things. Once upon a time Mare didn't have that scared look on her face or acted grown up and Nate was nice to everyone. He used to spend loads of time at home and now home is the last place he be caught dead. And I used to be the good boy the super smart one because I liked being good, I liked learning. Filling my Brian with knowledge and random facts instead of being smart and good because I feel like I have to or else my dad would get mad and beat me down. The world sees the Rutter family as that perfect family your see on the television. No fighting, perfect children's and the best parents ever but we are just the opposite. This family Is just as screwed up as others.
My father turned and faced me once more. He slapped me. Burning my white cheek making it red. Wouldn't be surprised if there's a hands mark and bruise.
The slap was followed by yelling, swears and more hits. He screamed at the top of his longs "First Nathaniel now you!" My head is spinning and I'm in pain. Can feel the bruises forming. My body sore and throbbing. No amount of ice can fix this. No amount of anything can fix this.
"That's enough! Stop it, stop it!" Mare cried to our father. Mum tried to hold him back. He didn't listen he didn't back if he continued until I fell on the floor.
A bloody nose and bruised body trying badly not to break down and cry because that would only maybe him more angry. He kicked me. Told me how worthless I am.
What felt like ceteruies passed before I got back up on my feet. Unstable I was but I managed I grabbed me sweater turned to look at him. He stared at me and I stared back before walking out the door. He didn't stop me, Mum didn't stop me and nether did Mare.
If I knew where Nate was I would go to him. I would go to him and never comeback. I took my bike and road off, my father watched me from my bedroom window. He nodded his head in disapproval. I passed a few houses before before stoping on the sidewalk.
Micks house. One of my only friends. I have 4 total, he's the only male. The other 3 were Joy, Williow and Mara but I weren't close to Mara and Williow. We hardly spoke, they were barely my friends. Williow was always loud and energetic while Mara was quiet and sat in the corner reading or doing homework, if there was anyone nerdier than me it would have to be Mara. Willow is fun and all but she gets annoying. Mick and are complete opposites but he's cool and Joy and I've known eacher since we were four at daycare, she was the only one who dared talked to me.
Through the window of the Campell house window you can see the family of 4 watching a movie. They ate popcorn and laughed together. His dad's arm around his mother and Mick sat on the floor while his older sister Juilia lay in her pj's on the two seats sofa. They looked happy. It made angry and jealous wishing I could have a family like that once more but the odds aren't in my favor.
I put my feet on the pedals of my bike, it wasn't even my bike. It's Nate's old bike. I road off, the moon being my only source of light as I take a shortcut through the woods. It takes ten minutes before I get to my destination. A small main floored house. I go in the backard throwing my bike on the ground before knocking on a window. Joys window.
She looked shocked and worried and happy all at once when she saw my face. She slid her window across giving me a hand up. I claimbed in. She led me to her bed but she sat across from it at her little desk.
"What are you doing here? Are you okay?" She asked quietly obviosly not wanting her mother to hear.
I look at the floor. Not wanting to talk. She notices and says "it's okay you don't have to" she says comming to sitting next means pulling me into a hug. That's when I let the tears go. 'Forget trying to be a man and keep it in' I think. She just whispered it will be okay.
Didn't go home that night. The two of us fell asleep on her small white bed on top of the paint blankets. Side by side.
I guess her mother knew about me being her because when we woke there was a small blanket on us both. Walking out into her kitchen, I stood behind Joy. There wasn't to plates but instead 3 plates of warm hot pancakes with different types of barries on the side. Her mother Rachel Mecer smiled at us when she saw us.
Joy was an only child, she lived with her mother who was a single mother since her father wanted nothing to do with her. I know her father, he's business partners with my dad. He's quite rich while Rachel Struggled to pay bills. Joy acts like she's fine and happy but really she's self conches about the clothes she wears and the house she lives in.
told us to sit an eat. She told me that she called my parents to let them know I'm safe then checked my wounds and bruises and asked me if were alright, did I mention she's a nurse. I told her I was fine and felt find but she didn't believe me but didn't bother with it. She packed us both a lunch and drove us to school since it was only thursday. Going through the school day was painful, people kept asking what happened to me but Joy always interrupted when I didn't say anything. She just told them something completly random and they walked away thinking she was werid. I thanked her each time. Then the day came to an end.
My mother as always picked me up. The car rude was slient. Almost dead until Mara turned on the radio. When we got home I didn't speak to them both just headed straight to my room. When dinner came, I didn't go down. I didn't want dinner and I didn't want to talk to them. I wanted to leave this house and I would to if I had my bike but it's still at Joys.
I just layed in the dark looking up at my ceiling that was full of stars that Nate helped me stick up there about two years ago when I was ten. There was also some planets up there and shooting stars but I know that stars don't actually look like that. They are big balls of engergy and gas.
My night would have been alright but dad came home. He yelled at me about how stupid I was then left.
I winced at the memory. It angered me. I through my acholic beverage at the fireplace that I never used. My mind was stirring. This is how it ends,I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream. I feel my self fading out. It's ending. My bloodstream is burning. I'm finally saying goodbye. This is the end of this man.