3. Thoughts

A Chapter by stalique

In the principal's office, I sit with my mom. My dad is standing behind me. I feel disgusting chills throughout me.

I look over to see that boy, who's name I've learned was Byron. His grandmother is with him.

The principal finally speaks after having stared down for a while reading.

He look at my mother and says, ‘We’re willing to give him a chance since the history he has. Also I spoke with Byron and his Grandmother and they are willing to forget about this.’

I feel relieved. I was afraid I'd have to be sent home. That, I was afraid of.

‘With every action though, there must be consequences. I wont expel you, but there will be a suspension for the rest of today.'

F**k!

To go home and face my parents in the privacy of our home, f**k all of that.

I walk through the entrance to the house and fell fast with a strike to my head.

"YOU F*****G STUPID LITTLE S**T. PEOPLE ARE ALREADY WATCHING US CLOSE, AND YOU BRING THIS SORT OF ATTENTION TO OUR FAMILY??"

My dad has me on the ground.

Here in this place I feel powerless.

I hear my mother's footsteps getting further away.

I lay there and take it, and after the abuse I continue with my day. What else can I do? Fight back? Right.

Music, doodling, coffee, and hiding in my room.

There comes a knock on the door, my mother comes in.

'Andy, my baby.. here.' she hands me some money.

Sometimes when she feels guilty about not defending me with dad, money. Not very much money. Always whatever she find at the bottom of her purse.

Today it's $1.32.

She gave me a kiss on the head and left the room.

Guess it's time to leave the house. My parents don't really care too much about that. Mom was listening to her records, and my dad was drinking in the garage.

I grab my wallet and leave the room, wont be hurrying back too soon.

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