Jeff sits on the swing, It was a cold dark night and he wishes that he had a thicker shirt on. He was shivering but he was still too scared to go home and confront his father. Even with the hours that had passed since their fight. He knew his dad would still be angry, Jeff could be gone for days and as soon as he entered into the same room that his father was in, All that anger of Gilbert's would rush back to the surface, Just like if it was no lapse of time at all.

Jeff still found it hard to believe that he had pulled out a knife on his dad. I don't think Matt would even find it believable.

Jeff glances down at his bare wrist, He had wished that he had brought along his wrist-watch so that he would know exactly what time it was. He figured it was around 11:45 PM.

Just as he looks up, He notices another person lingering in the dark.

"What are you doing out here kid?." The man snickers

Jeff knew right away that this man wasn't Mark, He didn't sound like Mark at all.

Jeff slowly gets up from the swing. "I'm leaving, You just stay away." Jeff hollers as he walks to the other side of the swings, Furthering the distance from this man who was still snickering something that Jeff couldn't hear.

Jeff was frighten, He figured this man wasn't out here to help him like with Mark, No this man was out for something else completely, Something that Jeff didn't want anything to do with.

"Have you run away from home?, I can give you a home boy." The man whispers as he walks closer towards Jeff.

Jeff can hear the man's breathing, He had a rasp to his voice.

Jeff could bet that this man was a drug-addict.

Jeff puts out his hands "No, You just stay right there. Don't move."

Jeff began running from the park, He still was weary of going home but he was not about to stay where he was, With that crazed man there stalking him. Who knows what that man wanted. Sex probably and Jeff wasn't about to let that happen, No-matter how scared he was of the stranger.

Jeff runs to his apartment building. Once there, He slows his pace before stopping completely in-front of the entrance doors. He neals down, Trying to allow a chance to catch his breath. He coughs. I can't believe this happens to me, Why do I always have to deal with people...like that man in the park.

He opens the door and walks inside. He relishes the heat. It had been so cold outside that he almost thought that his arms and legs were going numb.

He heads up to his apartment. He inhales and exhales before calmly opening the door, He hopes that his dad wasn't up. He really didn't have the energy to deal with him at the moment. He just wanted to get in his nice warm bed, Cover up with his thick blanket and fall into a sound sleep. But his father had other ideas.

Gilbert was sitting up on his bed, Talking on the phone with Sarah. When he heard the door being opened and closed.

Gilbert says his good-byes and hangs up.

Jeff drifts off to sleep rather quickly only to be woke up by Gilbert.

"I don't know what to say to you boy. You pull a knife out on me. On me!." Gilbert shouts, His anger taking control.

Jeffrey sits up, His eyes filled with panic "...I don't want anything bad to happen, Like earlier. Please just go to bed." Jeff pleads

Gilbert walks up to Jeff, Grabbing his hair. "...Are you gonna do something to me huh?."

Jeff grabs his father's wrists. "Let go of me!." Jeff yells.

"Are you gonna pull another knife out on me Jeffrey?." He replies again.

Jeff scratches at his father's hands and wrists, Trying anything to force his father to let go.

"I really don't think your be going to school tomorrow." Gilbert announces.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Please don't hurt me" Jeff pleads

Gilbert lets go of Jeff's hair. Gilbert brings out something from behind his back, It was a knife. The same knife that Jeff had pointed at his father's chest a few hours before.

"I want you to take the knife Jeffrey, Defend yourself. Be a MAN, Take it!." Gilbert shouts. Jeff had no idea what was going through his mind. Maybe he had snapped.

"Take it or I'm gonna beat you senseless. Take it now!." His father demanded

"You won't take it fine. Have it your way." Gilbert throws the knife down, It lands on Jeffrey's bed.

Gilbert kicks Jeff in the stomach before throwing a mean punch to the side of Jeff's face.

Jeff covers up immediately. Jeff wasn't gonna pick up the knife, He didn't want to be like that, Being like that would mean being like his father.

"Pick it up." His dad shouts, While Pushing Jeff down on the floor.

"I ...I ...can't...No!." Jeff shakes his head back and forth. His emotions getting to their brink.

"Why not?. Don't you want to hurt me?. Don't you hate me!" His father yells.

Jeff shakes his head no repeatedly.

"Answer me!." His father demands.

"..I can't..I don't know what to say." Jeff shouts back.

"Just be honest, Don't you want me to die." Gilbert whispers.

Jeff didn't know what to do or say, Or even think. This was not what he had expected from his father at all. He had expected a beating but this was too much to handle.

Gilbert pushes Jeff down. He kicks him straight in the stomach,Knocking the air out of him.

It had went on like that for a good 10 minutes, Nothing but kicks, Punches and slaps.

Jeff was a bloody and bruised mess when his dad finally leaves the it's over Jeff tries to get up but his father had other things in mind, Jeff sees his father coming back into the room. Gilbert comes at Jeff with his leather belt in hand Jeff tries to get up but he was still too weak, Still too weak. Always the weak one. He stumbles back down unable to move. He tries as best as he can to cover up from the stinging blows.

"..Stop!." Jeff screams, While blood pours out of his nose and mouth. Jeff notices the knife laying half-off the bed. He reaches for it while his father was busy messing with the belt.

He is inches away from grabbing the knife handle but his father see's it, He grabs the knife before Jeff can "Did you want this?." His father asks as he tangles the knife in-front of Jeff's face.

Jeff winces when he tries to get up.

"I don't think so boy, I'm not done yet." His father replies as he slams Jeff back down, Jeff's head hitting the wall.

Jeff somehow gets up, To be honest I don't think I even knew where I was, He barely is able to stand but he runs up to Gilbert, His hands were out in front of him and he pushes his father, Gilbert goes crashing into the opposite wall.

Jeff gets back up and walks over to his bed-room wall-mirror. He can see the swelling already forming underneath his soon-to-be black eye. And his jaw was hurting real bad.

He places his fingers on his eye, He glances down at his father who must have been knocked out, Because he wasn't moving at all. Jeff walks over to his book-bag, He grabs it, Unzips it and begins throwing clothes inside of it.

Jeff could hear the rain pounding down outside, He makes sure to grab a coat with a hood and checks to see if he still has Marks' number, He did so he walks out the door of his bedroom but he then remembers the photo of his mother, He didn't want to leave that here, He runs back into the room. He grabs it from off his night-stand, Takes one last look at his dad, Who still wasn't moving and heads out into the stormy night. He just hoped that Mark would be home.

TBC

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I don't really like this chapter, I had re-written twice, The first I had portray Gilbert as too nice because He was apologizing to Jeff, I guess you could say he came to the realization of what a bad father he was and didn't like it but I really didn't like it and I don't think it would have made much sense considering how mean he was in previous chapters so I scrapped it and wrote the one you see now, Though this one could be better too but I'm just so tired of working on it, I just wanna get the story updated. So I hope it ain't that bad.