CHAPTER 3: You Gain Hate By Expressing It
Author's Note: Sorry I took so long to update this. Major writer's block.
*~ Surrounded by familiar faces without names ~ None of them know me or want to share my pain ~ And they only wish to bask in my light, then fade away ~*
Sam took one final look at the remains of the wooden table before deciding that it was probably a good idea if he cleared it off the floor before his family got home. "Goodbye Alyssa, goodbye," he whispered over and over again.
Suddenly, the front door creaked open. They were home. Well, life sure was good, Sam thought sarcastically. Better enjoy what's left of it since I only have three seconds left before my parents kill me.
"Sam! We're home!" one of his brothers, Adam called out. Sam shook his head as he heard footsteps approaching, closer and closer.
Three, two, one. . .
"SAM! What in God's name happened here?!" Peter, Sam's stepfather yelled, focusing his sight on the shattered table.
Sam glared at his stepfather but no words came out of his mouth. He simply shrugged.
"That table was expensive!" Peter continued, ignoring his stepson's indifference. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to work hard enough to provide you and this family with the best things I can afford?! Do you even appreciate what I do for this family, you ungrateful rascal?!"
"Adam, Ryan, go to bed," Robin, Sam's mother said.
"But mom. . .!" Ryan started to protest.
"Go to bed now," Robin said again.
"Mom, we wanna see Sam get yelled at," Adam added.
"Boys, please," Robin pleaded.
"Okay fine," Ryan grumbled as he and his brother trotted up the stairs. "This already looks and sounds better than the movie we saw."
As soon as Adam and Ryan went to their bedrooms, Robin focused her attention on her son and husband.
"You're getting all fuckin' pissed at me just because of some stupid table?!" Sam yelled.
"This is not even about the table!" Peter retorted. "It's all about how you're not responsible enough, even at your age! How old are you now? Sixteen? Seventeen? Your mother and I expect you to be mature, so we are able to trust you! And we leave you alone for one afternoon and you trash our house?!"
"Would you just listen to me?! I. . ."
"Sam, shut you cakehole and listen to me! If you don't like the way I lay down the rules for this household, you can just leave!"
"Fine! Maybe I will! I hate being part of this shitty family anyway!"
"See if I care!"
"Stop it!" Robin cried. Peter and Sam stared at her. "Please, please. . .just stop."
"And what do you suppose we do about this son of yours?" Peter asked angrily.
"Haven't you ever considered talking to him? He is only seventeen. He's bound to make mistakes. He's still at that age when he thinks he can make decisions on his own, but the truth is, he still needs guidance from both parents."
"That's right Mom," Sam muttered. "Your baby boy is only seventeen. He's still not old enough to walk without Mommy and Stepdaddy's hands."
"Don't you dare talk to your mother like that!" Peter raged. "Why don't you just. . .Robin, I thought you said that the summer he spent with your ex- husband would benefit him."
"I really hoped it would," Robin replied sadly.
"But of course, not even the almighty George could fix his own son," Peter mumbled.
". . .Your dad was a pathetic failure. . .It's SUCH a crying shame: like father, like son."
"Sam, what happened today?" Robin asked gently.
Sam hesitated for several moments. "WELL?!" Peter snapped.
"Alyssa and I broke up."
"WHAT?!" Robin gasped. "Sam! How did this happen?! Why did you two break up? Alyssa was such a sweet girl!"
Sam rolled his eyes.
"So what happened Sam?" Peter asked. "Did you let your ridiculous temper get the best of you? You weren't thinking when you dumped her, were you? Was your head too full of pot smoke for you to think clear?!"
". . .You know you're nothing without me. Before you met me, you were nothing but a worthless druggy with no future. In fact, you still are. . ."
Sam tried his best to ignore the burning voices in his head that threatened to take over again. "I didn't dump her," he said simply. The words were out of his mouth before he even thought about them.
"You mean Alyssa was the one who dumped you?" Peter asked incredulously.
"Oh my goodness. . .Sam! What on earth happened? I thought things were going so well between you and Alyssa! What happened, huh?" Robin asked.
Sam shrugged even though his mind was screaming, She screwed me over, she cheated on me, and she was even self-righteous enough to think that SHE could reject ME! No way, nuh-uh! She did NOT reject me! I was the one who rejected HER! Yup, that's the way I saw it.
"So Alyssa, sweet innocent Alyssa finally got some sense knocked into her. I knew she'd reject you one day," Peter sighed as he shook his head.
"What did you do to make her so angry?" Robin asked. "Did you hurt her? Did you make her feel worthless? Tell me, Sam!"
"I didn't. . ." he started to say.
"Jesus. . ." Peter mumbled. "Sam, when are you ever going to learn?! "
"What the fuck?! Alyssa the mega bitch dumps me and somehow you're both convinced that it's my fault? Tell me, PETER, cause I really need to know: WHY THE HELL IS IT MY FAULT THIS TIME?!"
"BECAUSE IT ALWAYS IS!" Peter bellowed. "And Samuel, you will not address me by my first name, is that understood?! I know this is a hard concept for you to decipher, but you will treat me with RESPECT. Do you understand that, or do you need me to spell in out for you?!"
"Sam. . ." Robin said in a quiet voice. "Listen to me. If you had enough sense to just use your head, even for a minute, you and Alyssa would still be together right now. Also, if you had just taken the time to listen to your inner voice, instead of acting like such a stubborn donkey. . ."
"Oh, so now what Mom?!" Sam snapped. "Now you're calling me a mulish ass?! What's the deal with you people?! Does the whole world hate me now?!"
"Don't you understand?!" Robin cried, fully losing her temper. "The whole world WILL hate you if you don't make sense of your actions and fix your attitude!"
"Well, see if I care!" Sam raged. "The whole world can hate me and I'm perfectly fine with that! I have no problem with hating the world right back. And what better place to start than my own so called family?!"
"Sam, please, just listen to yourself!" Robin sniffled.
"Mom, do me a favor and just SHUT UP! And Peter, just leave me the fuck alone! I don't need either of you! I hate you! I hate both of you!"
"STOP!!!"
"I hate Ryan and I hate Adam!" Sam continued. "Mom, you should have had an two abortions so I wouldn't have had to deal with either of those lousy brats!"
"I suppose you'd prefer if your mother had an abortion when she was pregnant with you, right?" Peter asked coldly.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Peter?" Sam replied defiantly. Then, without another word, he stormed off to his room. Once he got there, he slammed the door as hard as he could and locked it.
Author's Note: Sorry I took so long to update this. Major writer's block.
*~ Surrounded by familiar faces without names ~ None of them know me or want to share my pain ~ And they only wish to bask in my light, then fade away ~*
Sam took one final look at the remains of the wooden table before deciding that it was probably a good idea if he cleared it off the floor before his family got home. "Goodbye Alyssa, goodbye," he whispered over and over again.
Suddenly, the front door creaked open. They were home. Well, life sure was good, Sam thought sarcastically. Better enjoy what's left of it since I only have three seconds left before my parents kill me.
"Sam! We're home!" one of his brothers, Adam called out. Sam shook his head as he heard footsteps approaching, closer and closer.
Three, two, one. . .
"SAM! What in God's name happened here?!" Peter, Sam's stepfather yelled, focusing his sight on the shattered table.
Sam glared at his stepfather but no words came out of his mouth. He simply shrugged.
"That table was expensive!" Peter continued, ignoring his stepson's indifference. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to work hard enough to provide you and this family with the best things I can afford?! Do you even appreciate what I do for this family, you ungrateful rascal?!"
"Adam, Ryan, go to bed," Robin, Sam's mother said.
"But mom. . .!" Ryan started to protest.
"Go to bed now," Robin said again.
"Mom, we wanna see Sam get yelled at," Adam added.
"Boys, please," Robin pleaded.
"Okay fine," Ryan grumbled as he and his brother trotted up the stairs. "This already looks and sounds better than the movie we saw."
As soon as Adam and Ryan went to their bedrooms, Robin focused her attention on her son and husband.
"You're getting all fuckin' pissed at me just because of some stupid table?!" Sam yelled.
"This is not even about the table!" Peter retorted. "It's all about how you're not responsible enough, even at your age! How old are you now? Sixteen? Seventeen? Your mother and I expect you to be mature, so we are able to trust you! And we leave you alone for one afternoon and you trash our house?!"
"Would you just listen to me?! I. . ."
"Sam, shut you cakehole and listen to me! If you don't like the way I lay down the rules for this household, you can just leave!"
"Fine! Maybe I will! I hate being part of this shitty family anyway!"
"See if I care!"
"Stop it!" Robin cried. Peter and Sam stared at her. "Please, please. . .just stop."
"And what do you suppose we do about this son of yours?" Peter asked angrily.
"Haven't you ever considered talking to him? He is only seventeen. He's bound to make mistakes. He's still at that age when he thinks he can make decisions on his own, but the truth is, he still needs guidance from both parents."
"That's right Mom," Sam muttered. "Your baby boy is only seventeen. He's still not old enough to walk without Mommy and Stepdaddy's hands."
"Don't you dare talk to your mother like that!" Peter raged. "Why don't you just. . .Robin, I thought you said that the summer he spent with your ex- husband would benefit him."
"I really hoped it would," Robin replied sadly.
"But of course, not even the almighty George could fix his own son," Peter mumbled.
". . .Your dad was a pathetic failure. . .It's SUCH a crying shame: like father, like son."
"Sam, what happened today?" Robin asked gently.
Sam hesitated for several moments. "WELL?!" Peter snapped.
"Alyssa and I broke up."
"WHAT?!" Robin gasped. "Sam! How did this happen?! Why did you two break up? Alyssa was such a sweet girl!"
Sam rolled his eyes.
"So what happened Sam?" Peter asked. "Did you let your ridiculous temper get the best of you? You weren't thinking when you dumped her, were you? Was your head too full of pot smoke for you to think clear?!"
". . .You know you're nothing without me. Before you met me, you were nothing but a worthless druggy with no future. In fact, you still are. . ."
Sam tried his best to ignore the burning voices in his head that threatened to take over again. "I didn't dump her," he said simply. The words were out of his mouth before he even thought about them.
"You mean Alyssa was the one who dumped you?" Peter asked incredulously.
"Oh my goodness. . .Sam! What on earth happened? I thought things were going so well between you and Alyssa! What happened, huh?" Robin asked.
Sam shrugged even though his mind was screaming, She screwed me over, she cheated on me, and she was even self-righteous enough to think that SHE could reject ME! No way, nuh-uh! She did NOT reject me! I was the one who rejected HER! Yup, that's the way I saw it.
"So Alyssa, sweet innocent Alyssa finally got some sense knocked into her. I knew she'd reject you one day," Peter sighed as he shook his head.
"What did you do to make her so angry?" Robin asked. "Did you hurt her? Did you make her feel worthless? Tell me, Sam!"
"I didn't. . ." he started to say.
"Jesus. . ." Peter mumbled. "Sam, when are you ever going to learn?! "
"What the fuck?! Alyssa the mega bitch dumps me and somehow you're both convinced that it's my fault? Tell me, PETER, cause I really need to know: WHY THE HELL IS IT MY FAULT THIS TIME?!"
"BECAUSE IT ALWAYS IS!" Peter bellowed. "And Samuel, you will not address me by my first name, is that understood?! I know this is a hard concept for you to decipher, but you will treat me with RESPECT. Do you understand that, or do you need me to spell in out for you?!"
"Sam. . ." Robin said in a quiet voice. "Listen to me. If you had enough sense to just use your head, even for a minute, you and Alyssa would still be together right now. Also, if you had just taken the time to listen to your inner voice, instead of acting like such a stubborn donkey. . ."
"Oh, so now what Mom?!" Sam snapped. "Now you're calling me a mulish ass?! What's the deal with you people?! Does the whole world hate me now?!"
"Don't you understand?!" Robin cried, fully losing her temper. "The whole world WILL hate you if you don't make sense of your actions and fix your attitude!"
"Well, see if I care!" Sam raged. "The whole world can hate me and I'm perfectly fine with that! I have no problem with hating the world right back. And what better place to start than my own so called family?!"
"Sam, please, just listen to yourself!" Robin sniffled.
"Mom, do me a favor and just SHUT UP! And Peter, just leave me the fuck alone! I don't need either of you! I hate you! I hate both of you!"
"STOP!!!"
"I hate Ryan and I hate Adam!" Sam continued. "Mom, you should have had an two abortions so I wouldn't have had to deal with either of those lousy brats!"
"I suppose you'd prefer if your mother had an abortion when she was pregnant with you, right?" Peter asked coldly.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Peter?" Sam replied defiantly. Then, without another word, he stormed off to his room. Once he got there, he slammed the door as hard as he could and locked it.