Fulton's POV
The bastard walked in all smiley and closed the door gently behind him. I was lying on my bed, watching through barely open eyes. As Portman pulled out the chair to his desk and sat down, I rolled over to face the wall. It's funny how a face I found so gorgeous could literally turn my stomach inside out.
"Fult, we need to talk." He started gently, bringing the chair closer to my bed.
I shake my head and grumble. "Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it, Portman. Save it for your girlfriend or something."
"I don't think 'Fulton keep your fucking hands off girls' will have the same effect if I say it to my girlfriend."
I flipped over glaring at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Kory and Emma told me you were shoving Emma around today. Now as much as I don't like the little bitch, you better keep your hands off her Fulton. I'm not kidding; I've seen my dad hit my mom too many times to watch you smack around girls. You're better then that. Next time you wanna beat on someone, find somebody your own size."
"News flash Portman, there is nobody my size!"
"It's a sad thing Fulton, to see you turn into your old man, I thought there was something good inside you. But I guess it runs in the family. I know one thing though, you might want to be an asshole like you father, but I'll never be mine."
"Fuck you dude." I snapped and got out of bed. "I'm going for a walk, lock the door if you leave, I've got my key"
How dare he compare me to my father, I'm nothing like him, I'm not like his father either. I am better then that. At least I have feelings, unlike them. I know pain, because I was feeling it right then. I know love, even though at that moment I wished I didn't. It was tearing me up inside.
Before I knew it I was at the park down the street from my house, across the road was a liquor store and I knew the owner well. I walked in with no more then a twenty-dollar bill to my name, without even a fake ID. Fifteen dollars later I walked out the bottle of the most fowl smelling alcohol I'd ever encountered.
I went back the park and sighed at how run down it was. The swings where broken leaving only chains dangling in the wind where they use to be. The slide was rusted, and I could see the Tetanus shots that had been required after riding that thing. The monkey bars, I'm sure were the same ones that my grandparents played on. The place was a dump. I brushed aside the shards of a busted beer bottle and sat down on the bench facing the playground.
My keys jingled in my pocket and I put my hand inside to pull them out as the sharp pieces of metal stabbed into my thigh. My keys of course had to be attached to a key chain Portman bought me when we in California for the JR. Good Will Games. It was a plastic hockey stick that said USA on it. With little strength I tore it from me keys and heaved it with all my might in a puddle near by. The last thing I need was to be reminded of him. Then I popped the top off my liquor bottle and started drinking.
The bastard walked in all smiley and closed the door gently behind him. I was lying on my bed, watching through barely open eyes. As Portman pulled out the chair to his desk and sat down, I rolled over to face the wall. It's funny how a face I found so gorgeous could literally turn my stomach inside out.
"Fult, we need to talk." He started gently, bringing the chair closer to my bed.
I shake my head and grumble. "Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it, Portman. Save it for your girlfriend or something."
"I don't think 'Fulton keep your fucking hands off girls' will have the same effect if I say it to my girlfriend."
I flipped over glaring at him. "What are you talking about?"
"Kory and Emma told me you were shoving Emma around today. Now as much as I don't like the little bitch, you better keep your hands off her Fulton. I'm not kidding; I've seen my dad hit my mom too many times to watch you smack around girls. You're better then that. Next time you wanna beat on someone, find somebody your own size."
"News flash Portman, there is nobody my size!"
"It's a sad thing Fulton, to see you turn into your old man, I thought there was something good inside you. But I guess it runs in the family. I know one thing though, you might want to be an asshole like you father, but I'll never be mine."
"Fuck you dude." I snapped and got out of bed. "I'm going for a walk, lock the door if you leave, I've got my key"
How dare he compare me to my father, I'm nothing like him, I'm not like his father either. I am better then that. At least I have feelings, unlike them. I know pain, because I was feeling it right then. I know love, even though at that moment I wished I didn't. It was tearing me up inside.
Before I knew it I was at the park down the street from my house, across the road was a liquor store and I knew the owner well. I walked in with no more then a twenty-dollar bill to my name, without even a fake ID. Fifteen dollars later I walked out the bottle of the most fowl smelling alcohol I'd ever encountered.
I went back the park and sighed at how run down it was. The swings where broken leaving only chains dangling in the wind where they use to be. The slide was rusted, and I could see the Tetanus shots that had been required after riding that thing. The monkey bars, I'm sure were the same ones that my grandparents played on. The place was a dump. I brushed aside the shards of a busted beer bottle and sat down on the bench facing the playground.
My keys jingled in my pocket and I put my hand inside to pull them out as the sharp pieces of metal stabbed into my thigh. My keys of course had to be attached to a key chain Portman bought me when we in California for the JR. Good Will Games. It was a plastic hockey stick that said USA on it. With little strength I tore it from me keys and heaved it with all my might in a puddle near by. The last thing I need was to be reminded of him. Then I popped the top off my liquor bottle and started drinking.