CHAPTER THREE
It was nearly 3am when Scott got back to his uncle's. He had hoped his uncle would have been in bed, but the living room light was still burning.
"Where have you been?" His uncle had met him at the door and he was fuming. "Just who do you think you are?"
Scott could smell the liquor on his breath. He looked around his uncle and saw the empty Scotch bottle lying on the couch. "Sorry, I lost track of time."
"I don't want you leaving this house by yourself ever again. You can't be trusted; you're a worthless little troublemaker." He headed into the kitchen to mix another drink.
Scott was glad for a chance to get away. He took the stairs two at a time up to his room.
He collapsed onto the bed. His head was spinning. He had had too much to drink. He fell quickly into a deep sleep.
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When Scott awoke the next day his head was pounding and he was starving. He sat up trying to recall the events of last night. It was all a blur.
He could hear his uncle downstairs, banging around pots and pans. Scott reached into his pocket and pulled out the bag of weed Adam had given him as a welcome home present. He considered it for a minute and then cracked the window and packed a bowl. He needed to take the edge off.
Less than half an hour later, Scott was downstairs. His uncle had already started drinking and didn't have anything to say to Scott.
Scott grabbed a sandwich and snuck out the door while his uncle searched for the scotch he had finished the night before. Apparently Scott wasn't the only one having problems remembering the night before.
Scott had almost made it to the end of the driveway when he heard his uncle bellow out to him. "Get back here!" His uncle ran out and grabbed him by the collar. He dragged him back into the house and shoved him against the wall. Next thing Scott knew his uncle's fist connected with is jaw. "How dare you drink my scotch? I was good enough to give you a place to stay. I should have listened to your father! You are no good!"
Before Scott could say a word, his uncle's fists began raining down on him. Scott winced from the pain. He could feel the warmth of blood trickling down his chin. He tried to fight back, but this just made his uncle angrier. Finally Scott gave up and just went limp. His uncle tired after awhile and passed out on the stairs. Scott ran to the bathroom to survey the damage.
Scott winced at his reflection. His left eye was swollen and his vision was blurred. His face was covered in cuts and his lip, as well as a section above his left eyebrow, was bleeding. His ribs were sore and he wondered if his uncle may have broken one or two. Scott was in no mood to wait around for his uncle to wake up. He grabbed a sweatshirt and headed to Adam's house.