Chapter 12

Chase's POV

I'm heading up to my room, when I literally run into Connor. He has a friend with him and he still looks terrified. As he should be. "You!" I say as I glare at him. He starts to back up slowly. He looks at his friend.

"Tommy, this is my cousin, err...brother Chase." I roll my eyes. The nerve of him to introduce me to anyone as his brother. Cousin was bad enough.

"What's up man?" Tommy smiles as he extends his hand towards me.

"Like I want to talk someone who hangs out with the likes of Connor! Get the fuck out of here!" I smack his hand away.

"Umm...okay." Tommy turns towards Connor. "I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Can you stay for just a little while longer?" Connor asks, practically begging. Damn, this kid is so pathetic.

I shake my head and point at the stairs. "NO! Go home Timmy!"

"It's Tommy." He corrects me as I glare at him. He looks at Connor. "I'll see you tomorrow Connor. Sorry again about your guitar."

"Thanks. See you!" He watches as Tommy leaves. He tries to head to his room, but I stand in front of the door.

"Aww, is the poor baby's guitar broken?" I smirk.

"I better to start on my homework..." He tries to reach for the doorknob, but I push him away from it.

"Not so fast! I bet you went crying to your daddy didn't you?" I ask in a mocking tone.

He shakes head. "No..."

I start laughing. "Liar! Your eyes are red and puffy! You're such a little bitch! I should've broken you instead of that stupid guitar!"

His eyes widen. "You broke my guitar? Why?"

"What difference does it make? I'm sure your daddy will buy you a new one, right?"

He shrugs and looks down at the ground. "I don't know..."

"You're a little bitch, just like your old man! It's no use in me beating the shit out of you! You're too damn weak to even attempt to fight back!"

He starts to back away again. "Why do you want to fight? What did I ever do to you?"

I move closer to him. "You took what was rightfully mine!"

He starts tearing up. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I didn't know he was your dad. I'm just as shocked as you are!"

"Fuck that! I'll NEVER claim Kenny McCormick as my father! He didn't want to claim me so I'm going to return the favor!"

"So then there's no reason for you to be mad at me…right?"

I shake my head. "I shouldn't be." I hear him let out a sigh which makes me chuckle. "I actually should be grateful that Uncle Kenny was a deadbeat dad that didn't raise me. I could've turned out like you!"

Connor frowns. "What's wrong with me?"

"Do you really have to ask? Let's start with how to talk! All proper and snooty! Then there's how you act. You're a fucking dork! You're lucky you're in a fancy private school because the kids in public school would've ripped you to pieces by now!"

"I'm not that bad, am I?" He asks on the verge of tears. Damn, he really is pathetic. I almost feel sorry for him…almost.

I nod. "You're worse than I thought! You don't even stand up for yourself! I wish someone would roast me like that! They wouldn't have gotten past the first sentence."

"Dad said violence never solves anything."

I roll my eyes. "He would say that. He's lucky he hasn't gotten his ass kicked! I should do it for him abandoning me! That piece of shit!"

"Don't say that! He's a great dad!"

"What great dad lets their brother raise their kid?"

"Umm…"

"Exactly! Because he isn't great! He's nothing but trash! A loser, a deadbeat! I can't wait until the day he dies because I'm going to piss on his grave!"

"Please stop!" Connor shockingly raises his voices. "What you're saying is horrible!"

"You can't even defend yourself, but you'll defend that sucker?" Again, I have to laugh at this.

"He's my dad…"

"So what? Unfortunately he's mine too, but now I see him for the coward that he is! Don't you dare try to defend him because all that's going to do is piss me off!"

"Then please stop saying bad things about him. He's the best dad in world! I'm not going to let you talk down on him!"

He said the magic words! I get in his face and he looks up at me terrified as hell. He's probably about to piss himself. "Let me? You're not going to let me? I can say whatever the fuck I want! What are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing…" He says barely above a whisper as he looks down at the ground.

"Don't get scared now! Make me stop talking about that dirty son of a bitch!"

He shakes his head. "I don't want to argue or fight. Just please don't talk about my dad. He doesn't deserve this..."

"Are you fucking kidding me? He doesn't deserve this? He lied to me for almost 18 fucking years! He deserves this a lot more! Get the fuck out of here!"

"He made a mistake. I'm sure he didn't mean it."

"He knew what he was doing! He got rid of me and kept a simp like you! You deserve to be raised by that white trash fucker!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Connor screams as he glares at me. He's lost his damn mind!

"What?" I punch him in the face, knocking him to the ground. He stands up holding his nose and I grab my knife out of my pocket and hold it to his throat. "I'm not one of those kids at your fancy private school. If you ever come at me like you're trying to attack me again, I'll fucking kill you! Do you understand?"

He nods slowly and gulps. "Yes. I wasn't trying to attack you…" He moves his hand and looks at the blood on it.

"Now you know what not to do again!"

"What the hell is going on up here?" We turn and see Uncle Kenny and Aunt Kelly. I roll my eyes and quickly put my knife in my back pocket. I guess I'm in trouble. "The staff heard yelling."

"Connor, you're bleeding!" Aunt Kelly exclaims. No shit bitch!

"How did that happen?" Uncle Kenny immediately glares at me.

"I ran into the door." Connor lies. I'm actually surprised at that.

"Are you sure that's what really happened?" Uncle Kenny asks as he examines his nose.

Connor nods. "Yes dad."

"Then why is Chase here?" Aunt Kelly asks.

"He heard the commotion and came to check on me."

"What about the yelling the staff heard?" Uncle Kenny glares at me. I can tell he's not buying this shit.

"I told Chase I didn't need help and we got into an argument."

"I'm going to take you to the ER to make sure your nose isn't broken. We'll talk about this some more on the way."

"Yes dad." Uncle Kenny glares at me one last time before the two of them head out. I look at Aunt Kelly.

"I guess I'll go do my homework."

"Chase, what really happened?" She asked me.

"You don't believe your son?"

"I want to, because Connor wouldn't lie to us. But at the same time, we know he's afraid of you and would lie to keep from getting hurt."

"I know you hate me Aunt Kelly, but your precious Connor is telling the truth. It's not my fault he's clumsy!"

"Chase-"

"I have homework to do!" I go in my room and slam the door shut.