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Arthur aged 16
"Mom, I won't be gone long." I was such a liar. This party probably would end at 3 in the morning. My mother stood in the doorway, frowning.
"Who did you say was having this party again?" she asked, folding her arms. I sighed, frustrated at her persistance.
"This guy in my class." I held my breath. "We're good friends." Another lie. About the 5th one today. I didn't even know this guy's name. Everyone was going, and apparently, everyone included me. I never got invited to go out to parties, so when the moment came, I was ready for just about any party. I hated lying to my mother, but I knew that she hated me doing social stuff. She probably thought that because we were so rich, people were just taking advantage of me. To be honest, nobody even knew I was alive.
"Ok." she sighed. "Why don't you wear something a little...more presentable." I turned to her and rolled my eyes. I looked in the mirror. She was not impressed at my loose jeans and t-shirt combination.
"Mom, this isn't some charity ball you drag me to every week." I hated wearing those suits. I gave her a comforting smile and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Love you." I said, and I ran down the stairs. I knew I wasn't going to know anyone there, but I didn't care. Anything to get me out of the house.
Within a minute of arriving, I wanted to leave. I heard this guy's name was Sam something. His house was big, but nothing compaired to mine. Loud music was pumping through every room in the house, and everyroom was crowed with people. I wondered around looking for someone to talk to. I found the guy Sam in the back garden, again, heaving with half-drunk teenagers. I walked up to him and coughed.
"Hi Sam." I said half-heartedly. He turned around and looked confused for a second, then gave me a smile.
"Oh hey urr..." he clicked his fingers.
"Arthur." I prompted. He smiled again.
"Oh right. So Arthur, do you want a beer?" I hesitated. No, I was not gonna be a loser tonight.
"Yeah, thanks." He reached behind him and handed me a beer. I pryed the top open with my fingers. Not hard, I was quite strong for my age. I took a swig and nearly choked. It was discusting and the cold, sour liquid made my body to a double take. I kept drinking though, trying to fit in with the crowd.
Sam took a drink.
"So, let me introduce you to some people." I nodded and was taken over to a group of 3 other people. 2 guys and one pretty girl. I started to stare at her, but snapped out of it.
"Hey guys, this is Arthur." he pronounced my name strangly, as if he was trying to make it longer. The others looked at me, strang at first, but then they smiled. He told me the names of the people I was talking to, but I can't even remember now.
We talked about music, films and sport. The conversation soon grew slow, and I exused myself from the group. I walked into the front garden, second beer in hand. It was decidedly quieter than the back. This was good, I was talking to people. I was fitting in for once in my life.
"Hey loser!"
I froze. That voice. Shit. I turned around to see Carl. He looked different. He looked bigger. Scarier.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. He took a large gulp of a beer and threw it down on the floor. By the way he walked towards me, I could tell he was drunk. He walked over to me and grabbed my t-shirt, half-strangling me in the process. His alcohol tinged breath nearly made me pass out.
"I never finished with you." he said, with a smile that made me kind of scared. I cleared my throat, trying to sound more intimidating.
"Carl. Please, leave me alone. We're older now, we don't need to fight."
He laughed in my face. "Fine, fine, get out of here." he said, pushing me away. I was happy to leave at that point. My fun had passed. I turned and started to walk.
"Say hi to your sexy mom for me." I froze.
"What did you just say?" I growled. He smiled. He knew he was getting to me.
"You know, it's acually kind of a good thing your rich dad died. Now I can get with your mom." he laughed. He walked up behind me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"You know she wants it."
That was it. It took one thing for me to lose it. I knew that at one point in my life, something would make me snap and I could release all the anger and all the fury I had had during my life.
I swung round and raised my fist. I smashed it right between his eyes. Fuck, that must have broken my fist. He screamed in pain and staggered back. The sound grew quiet. I looked around and saw everyone staring. I wasn't done. I raised my leg and kicked him to the ground. I punched him again, this time in the jaw. A sickening snap confirmed that it was broken. I punched him in the nose 3 times in a row. His face was now covered in blood, and he was unconsious.
I stood up, breathing heavily. I looked up to see kids from the party stare at me, shocked by my sudden outburst. I straightened my back.
"Does anyone else want to call me names? Insult my mother or father?" I screamed at them. Some people backed up. I turned around and ran.
I ran down 4 blocks before I stopped to breath. It took me a moment to realise. I liked it. I liked that people were scared of me. I liked it that I was in control. My heart sank because I knew what I needed to do now. I couldn't live in my father's shadow. I couldn't protect my mother anymore. I needed to make my own name. Do something for myself.
When I got home, I saw my mother sitting at the kitchen table. I looked at the clock. 2:36. She looked up at me and gasped. Shit, I probably scared the hell out of her, my face sweaty and my hands covered in blood. She jumped up and brought me into the light, examining my face for injuries.
"Arthur, what happened?" she cried. I looked at her, and grabbed her hands.
"I'll be right back." I said. I ran upstairs and washed my hands. I washed my face and decided to change. I looked in my closet but the only thing that was clean was one of those stupid suits. When I had finished, I looked in the mirror. I didn't look too bad. In the suit, I looked more like a man. Wiser and stronger. I liked that as well as the violence. I grabbed a suitcase and packed as much as I could. I knew I had a lot of money in the back. I could live on my own. I looked in the mirror again and sighed. I grabbed the suitcase and dragged it downstairs, met by my worried mother.
"What are you doing?" she asked when she saw the case. I put it down on the floor and grabbed her hands again.
"Mom. I have to go." I looked into her eyes and saw tears forming. This prompted tears of my own.
"Where? For how long?" she asked.
"Mom. I can't do this anymore. I tried to be like Dad but I'm not. I can't look after you and I can't look after myself unless I start again."
"Please don't go." she begged. "You're all I have left." I shook my head.
"No. I can't belong to you anymore. I have to be on my own. You have the money and you have all of dad's people to protect you." I bent down and kissed her cheek.
"I love you Mom. I really hope you can forgive me." Without saying another word, I picked up my suitcase and walked to the car. I didn't look up at my mother, because I knew if I did, then I would never be able to leave. I pulled away and drove for 20 minutes before pulling over. I let my head fall to the wheel and I let myself go. I cried through the night.