He knew he was going to come after him today. His father would be back from his business trip and he would find out what he had done. Anthony sighed as he stood up from his bed and got ready for his father. He knew that they would have another one of their arguments once again. His head turned to look the window as he heard the crunch of his father's shoes against the stone pavement as he walked towards the door and entered the house. Seconds later, he heard a slamming of doors echo throughout the house. He assured himself that he would be fine, but his sweaty palms and heavy breathing gave away his feelings. He was scared of him. And his father knew it; he even used this to his advantage.
Anthony inhaled a breath of air as he tried to calm himself. He can see his father in his mind right now. His face, rigid and strict, would turn red as he spoke. Then, his brow would furrow, giving signs of confusion. But what he feared the most was his eyes. He hated the way his bright blue eyes would pierce through him. Full of hatred and anxiety.
His thoughts were interrupted when suddenly; a large bang came from his door, causing it to shake from its hinges. Anthony's eyes snapped up as he looked towards the door. He was here. The door flung open, revealing his father in a dark gray suit, his stature overpowering the other objects in the room. In his hand were two pieces of paper, its edges already crumpled from the way his father was holding them. He walked quickly towards Anthony, with determination in his step. He stepped right in front of him, his eyes blazing with fury, and shoved his hand, which was full of papers, towards him.
"What is THIS?!" his voice bellowed throughout the room, commanding for an answer, but all Anthony could do was stare down at the floor as he sat up from his bed.
"I… I was just…" began Anthony. He looked around the room, searching for an escape.
"You were WHAT? LOOK AT ME, BOY!" Anthony's father reached over and grabbed his chin forcefully, causing his head to swerve and look up at his blue eyes. "Your Mother and I have worked hard, making money, so that we could send you to THIS school! But what do you do?" He let go of Anthony, causing Anthony, to fall on his bed. "YOU go around, doing God knows what, when you're supposed to be in school!!!"
Anthony felt a rush of blood flow to his head. Although his father had caused him to fall on his bed, he had done it with so much strength that it seemed that he had fell on the floor. His hand moved towards his chin, the same place that his father had held him before. He groaned as he stood up from his bed and faced his father. This was enough. He needed to tell him how he felt.
"You NEVER EVER asked me if I could even go to medical school! You never CARED of what I thought! You never talked to me, smiled at me, or even held up a finger to help me!" Anthony glared at his father, who had shock written all over his face. He didn't know where he had gotten the strength to do this, but it was what he had needed right know. He didn't care what his father was going to do. He needed to tell him.
Anthony's father shook his head violently, and advanced towards Anthony. "I ask you EVERYDAY, 'How was your day? Did everything go well?' and all you say is 'okay' 'everything's fine' BUT EVERYTHING'S NOT FINE!" His face was turning into a deep red as he said each word. He was getting angrier than he thought.
Anthony stepped up to his father, raising his head so that he would get a good view of his face. "Just because we keep our mouth shut doesn't mean everything's okay." His voice came out close to a whisper, but loud enough so that his father could hear. Even though he had said his words without shouting or yelling, he made sure to emphasize what he said, showing off his anger.
"Look here," replied his father. His voice quivered as he grabbed Anthony's shoulders and pushed him against the wall. "I have done everything… EVERYTHING for THIS FAMILY! I PUT A ROOF ABOVE YOUR HEADS, THE FOOD ON YOUR PLATES, THE CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK, AND AN EDUCATION ANYBODY COULD WANT!"
"BUT YOU DON'T LOVE US!" shouted Anthony. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he writhed from his father's grip. He looked up at his father. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped open as shock filled his face.
"Mother…" Anthony gathered up his courage and took another breath. "Mother… she doesn't even love you anymore! She doesn't even know why! And Amie! Oh, you're going to do the same thing to her when she grows up! And she'll want you to leave her alone!"
Then oddly enough, as if somebody had pushed away a box, his eyes shrank back to its normal size and his mouth became a thin tight line. He stared at Anthony in a different way than he did before. With disgust.
What came next was a blur to Anthony. He remembered his father, the most social and presentable man in town, taking a swing at him, and shouting as he hit the brick wall instead. If it weren't for Anthony's quick reflexes, he would've been hit. But luckily enough, he had ducked just in time, and ran towards the door. But before he could even touch the doorknob, he felt a sharp tug at his shirt as he was pulled back and hit in the stomach with a sharp pain. His father had hit him. Anthony held his stomach in pain and looked up at his father, growing with rage. He wasn't the same person he knew. He almost looked monstrous. With all his strength, Anthony kicked his father on the shins, causing him to yell in pain and stumble towards the door. Grabbing the opportunity, Anthony opened the door, and with all his might, pushed his father out.
Unaware of what had just happened, Anthony's father began slamming his hand against the door, in an attempt to get Anthony to open the door. But Anthony was smart, and quickly locked the door right before he had pushed him out. Anthony leaned his body against the door, as he felt the banging from outside reverberate through him. He clutched his stomach and felt the pain shoot through his foot. He tightly pressed his eyes and slid down the door, causing the tears he was holding back to flow.
Anthony blinked as he wiped his face with his trembling hands. "That's it. I've had enough. I can't go through with this anymore."
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THAT took me FOREVER to write! I had no idea what to say... but hey, at least i got something! Thanks so much for the reviews for chapter one! i was so shocked that so many people reviewed my story! ^^ you made me smile!
Shout-Outs
Mayo: lmao, don't worry! i practically write EVERYDAY, so this story will be updated as much as possible!
Thistle: *nod* actually, i can't imagine him being a doctor either...
Rosie Higgins: *jumps* ooh, a new face! haha, thanks! ^^
Strider: Glad to see that you're liking it! Your Welcome! Don't worry, you'll pop up in the story in a few chaps!
Lookout: heya! hope you're liking it so far!
Sapphy: yeah... not everything's nice and rosy... but don't worry, he'll be happy... soon... *wink*
Nugget: hey girl! sorry i didn't get to put much about you in the first chap, but you'll be in the next! haha, i know i said that the last time... but this time you WILL be!
Hope: haha, i feel so special! *beam* thankies!