How long has it been since I updated now? 12 hours or so! Yeah! New record xD I couldn't help but to write this chapter (even though its short, sorry, iPad's make stories look longer than they are...or not xD) This will clear up the hager I left, even though its kinda a back to back hanger, lol. (:
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So throughout the last few weeks I had learned a few things, and not from school.
First, my father was a skunk bag who liked to beat the crap of me for reasons unknown. Second, never get your backpack at your house if your father is out to get you, and third, never let Sam Puckett encourage you to get your backpack at your house when your father is out to get you. Words I will live by forever. Heh...
"Dude, get your things and let's get out of here!" Sam said as soon as we entered my room. I shut the door closed as soon as I heard Richards voice echo throughout the apartment. Now I heard his heavy footsteps approach my room and my mom following behind him.
"I already got my backpack, let's go!" I said walking towards the window, but she stopped me.
"Are you seriously coming back here? With that monster of a father you got there?" She pointed to the door where Richard was trying to open it, banging it, yelling to open up.
"But I don't know where I'm gonna-"
"You can stay with me, mom's not gonna be home for a week or so." She cut me off.
"Really?" I asked just to be sure, but the look in her eyes said she was not kidding at all. So I went over to my closet and shoved a few T-Shirts, pants, I could live with a pair of converse, I took underwear (not antibacterial FYI) and my Pare Phone which was inside my backpack.
"Let's go." I said running to the window alongside Sam. As we were midway there, Richard unlocked the door with a spare key my mom always kept in her room and stormed into the room. Crap!
"Fredward Benson!" My mother's voice said loudly, filled with anger. "What are you doing? Where have you been? And why are you with that - that demon!"
I cursed under my breath and glared at Sam who stared at my parents with wide eyes. "This 'demon' is my friend; and I'm tired of that demon to treat me like crap!" I blurted out, pointing to Richard who was right besides her. My mother gasped and walked over to me.
"You do not use that kind of language in my home young man! I want that girl out of here and you are grounded for three months!" She yelled angrily.
"She's the one that's helping me unlike you! " I yelled, and I quickly wished I could suck back in the words that escaped my mouth. Mom raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face.
I brought my hand to my throbbing cheek and looked at her in disbelief. "Your just like him..." I mumbled under my breath so she wouldn't hear me; she didn't,
"You!" she pointed to Sam with bitterness in her voice. "Get out of this house and away from Freddie right now!" She grabbed her by her arm and dragged her out of the room. I noticed Sam didn't fight back like she normally would, she just let my mom drag her away from me and shove her out of the apartment, throwing the door shut in rage. I noticed the malign, death stare my father was giving me. I noticed the bitter taste in my mouth and the anger in their eyes.
And I noticed I was right; I am a dead man.
