Scars & Broken Glass

Sebastian is bullied, hazed and he has a life no one wants. His life is terrible. Pain is a outlet for him, it....helps, most days. And when it doesn't, then he thinks and thinking is never good.....It leads to regrettable actions.
!!!!!****NOT BASED ON SONG BY 3DAYGRACE. I THOUGHT OF IT LOOKING AT A FRIENDS BROKEN IPOD. I JUST SAW THE SONG, NO JUDGMENT!!!*****

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5. Home Life

Home Life;

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?" My dad thundered as soon as I shut the door. He.....was...........drunk.....no.....not....after. DAMN IT! He was so close! He was one year sober! Now he is GOD DAMN DRUNK. "Sorry dad. I was hanging out and I lost track of time."

"LOST TRACK OF TIME! THATS ALL WE HAVE! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HOME AT SIX O'CLOCK IT IS NOW SIX FORTY-THREE!" Since he started AAA he got really good at counting time.

He started pacing. My dad was tall. Is tall. He, even though he drank a lot, doesn't have a beer-belly. Women like him. He's got good mussels and all that. He still has hair.

I look nothing like him, except in height. I'm really tall too. Seven feet, maybe more, I don't know. I might be exaggerating to. I have green eyes, at least last time I looked. Long dark hair. I wear long sleeved shirts year round, but you knew that, and jeans, maybe Carhartt pants in winter. And these sweet All-Stars.

Sweet.

"Why are you late, boy?" He asks, again.

"I was hanging out, at the skate park. I had a nasty fall and was telling kids about it. I lost track of the time. I'm really sorry I'm late." I feel my phone vibrate. It will ring in a minuet. Shit. "Dad, I have some stuff I need to do, can I please go to my room?"

"Alex, please come back to bed, I'm cold." A woman, draped in a sheet comes to the doorway to the hall. She pouts and waves to me. My dad turns and grins at her. "Sure, babe, maybe we can finish what we started." She laughs and walks away, her ass hanging out. I look away. Gross.

"Don't be late, from now on. Understand?" He smacks me on the head. I nod. "SPEAK!" He punches me in the gut. I was expecting it. "Yes, dad, I understand."

"Good. Now, get out of here. Me and what's-her-name want privacy." I turn to go, but he grabs me, by the back of the pants. "Don't get into trouble other wise....you know what will happen." He knees me, hard in the ass. I flinch. "Yes. I know. And I wont get into trouble."

He turns me around. Pats me on the head. "Good boy. Maybe if your good you'll get a treat when you get home." I nod and leave, grabbing the back pack by the door. It has everything I'll need for a few days.

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