3.
Jim was seventeen and was homeless again and knew this time he wasn't going home. He had a fight with his mom's latest boyfriend, Smith, and she took his side once again. Feeling smug at winning Winona support he called him that word and once again Jim lost it.. Only after John was knocked out did he run upstairs grabbed what he needed and most cherished and left for the last time. His mother never said a word to him the whole time and Jim felt none the worst for it.
He walked for hours past the field into town and sat at the bas station. He had originally hoped to catch a bus and leave town to never come back but luck was not on his side. Across the street was a police station and who happened to walk out except Jim's most favorite guy to hate, Officer Hicks. He tried to disappear into the bench but the officer saw him, nuged his partner and walked over.
"Isn't past your bed time, kid?"
"I'm not a kid."
"Really? If you aren't a kid then that means you're a grown man. Funny, I don't see no men around here. You see any other men, Dave?"
"No John, I don't."
Jim tried to ignore the officers that was taunting and instead was thinking about leaving here and never coming back.
"You gonna answer me kid?" When Jim refused to answer Officer Smith kicked Jim in the shin hoping to get a reaction.
"Don't touch me." Jim hissed as he stood up from the bench
"O you wanna go? Well come on, boy!"
For a minute Jim looked like he would actually swing but he grabbed his bag and started to walk away.
"That's it son. You know whats good for you." Jim stoped, turned around and punched the officer with one go and kept punching him until the other officer stunned him but not before Jim got in one remark.
"I'm not your son."