The night I called him out.
He said, "Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you"
But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts
'Cause I'd seen my old brothers crawl back in the house
Each time they called the old man out.
Fist to fist and eye to eye
Standin' toe to toe
He would've let me walk away
But I just would not let it go
Years of my frustration
Had let me to this night
Now he'll pay for all the times that he's been right.
It was over in a minute
That's when I realized
The blood came from my mouth and nose
But the tears came from his eyes
And in memory of that fateful night
I know the greatest pain was his
And I just pray some day I'm half the man he is. The night I called the old man out -Garth Brooks

Randy's Pov

I heard the front door slam shut. Deacon walked past the dining room to go to his room.

"Where have you been?" I asked

"Why do you care" he retorted

"Deacon I asked you a question?" I said in a stern tone

"Fuck off" he said

"Deacon Kristopher" Alex said

"Outside now" I commanded

He looked at me for a minute and then walked outside

"Randy please don't" Alex begged me

"I'm tired of his attitude" I said and then I went outside

Deacon was standing there looking ready to fight.

"You can try and hit me but I would regret it if I were you because if you hit me I'm going to hit you harder" I said.

He put his hands down.

"What do you want from me?" he asked

"I want to know what the hell is bothering you" I replied

"You wouldn't understand" he said

"So make me" I said

"Nobody understands" he said

"That is because you won't let us" I said

He got mad again and took a swing at me but I moved away and pushed him against the house. He had a cut on his lip but nothing major. Then he did something I hadn't seen him do in a long time he collapsed to the ground and started to cry. I has tears in my eyes too I had promised myself that I would never hit my children. I went and hugged him and we just sat there he cried on my shoulder.

"You wanna tell me what is the matter now?" I asked

"I don't know how" he replied

"Well your gonna have to figure it out because it eating you up inside" I said

"I wanna got to bed" he told me.

I let go of him and let him go inside. I just stood there thinking Alex cam out and put her arms around my waist.

"When did we turn from the heroes to the bad guys?" I asked her.

"Deacon loves you something is bothering him right now" she said

"He won't even talk about it" I said

"He needs to figure out how to say it that's all" she said

"He swung at me and I pushed him into the side of the house" I said. She cringed when I told her that.

"I'm the worst father in the world"

"No you're not you did what you thought was right and although I don't agree with the fact that you pushed our son into the side of the house you got the message across to him" she said.

"He has changed so much he used to be such a happy kid" I said

"Maybe he needs some time away" she suggested

"He could spend a little while at John's house" I said

"I think that he might like that plus maybe he can talk to John" she said

"Maybe" I replied.

Destiny's Pov

I had heard everything my parents had said and now it was my turn to find out what is wrong with Deacon. I walked into his room he was lying on his bed.

"What do you want?" he asked

"I want to know what is the matter with you" I replied

"Go away" he yelled.

"Not until we talk" I said

"Well then you are going to be standing there for a while because I ain't talking" he said

'What the fuck Deacon so you can't play football anymore get a new dream" I yelled at him

"You know nothing about it" he said

"The hell I don't I have to live with you everyday and I see how you push everyone away" I said "they're sending you away for a while"

"Good maybe I'll be better after I get out of this hell hole is that what they think?" he asked

"I don't know maybe" I said

"It isn't going to help because I'm going to have to come back" he said

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"I don't want to be a member of this family, I hate mom and dad, I hate this house and most of all I hate you" he said getting up and pushing me out of the room.

I stood there shocked at what he had just told me. Was he really that unhappy and if he was what was he able of doing because of it. At this time I cried for my lost brother I just hope he would find his way home. As my grandfather would say that boy has fallen from grace. I just hope he can find his way back.