Post by Race on Sept 30, 2011 22:37:23 GMT -5
"Hey" Allison said, still a bit mad at him for the fighting.
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Bender pushed the backdoor open of his house, wincing as it squeaked, he heard the television on in the living room, knowing his mom was at work, that meant his dad was home. He walked softly across the linoleum in the kitchen, watching his footing because a couple were loose and squeaked against the wood floors beneath it. The light was dim and he couldn't see, he ran into the kitchen table, knocking the cheap plastic vase with flowers off the top, "fuck..." john breathed under his breath.
Frank Bender came up in a drunken stupor, crunching beer bottles under his feet as he lumbered into the kitchen, staring his son down, "the hell have you been?" he slurred.
"School where do you think?" John said, inching to the doorway that led upstairs, not making eye contact with his dad.
Frank laughed drunkenly, "Your too damn stupid for school...'ey..HEY! I'm talking to you ya little shit!" he grabbed John by the shirt, slamming him into the wall, he sniffed, smelling the Vodka, "you been drinking again?!" he raged.
"So have you!" John spat, "smell like a damn refine-.." his dad's fist collided with his cheek, John's head hitting the wall on impact force, he scrambled, his combat boot colliding with Frank's leg, making the older male grab it, giving John time to duck under his arm, Frank used his free hand to grab John's shirt and throw him back against the wall, delivering a few swift kicks to his ribs, John doubled over, scrambling for the back door and ran, his dad close behind him.
"YOU GET BACK HERE!" Franks slurs followed John through the rundown neighborhood, Bender clutching his side, his ribs giving way entirely too easily under his fingertips. He made it to the park, sitting under the jungle gym to catch his breath. Alot of students came here after school, part of him hoped none of his friends were here getting high, he hated them to see him after his dad got aholt of him.
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Bender pushed the backdoor open of his house, wincing as it squeaked, he heard the television on in the living room, knowing his mom was at work, that meant his dad was home. He walked softly across the linoleum in the kitchen, watching his footing because a couple were loose and squeaked against the wood floors beneath it. The light was dim and he couldn't see, he ran into the kitchen table, knocking the cheap plastic vase with flowers off the top, "fuck..." john breathed under his breath.
Frank Bender came up in a drunken stupor, crunching beer bottles under his feet as he lumbered into the kitchen, staring his son down, "the hell have you been?" he slurred.
"School where do you think?" John said, inching to the doorway that led upstairs, not making eye contact with his dad.
Frank laughed drunkenly, "Your too damn stupid for school...'ey..HEY! I'm talking to you ya little shit!" he grabbed John by the shirt, slamming him into the wall, he sniffed, smelling the Vodka, "you been drinking again?!" he raged.
"So have you!" John spat, "smell like a damn refine-.." his dad's fist collided with his cheek, John's head hitting the wall on impact force, he scrambled, his combat boot colliding with Frank's leg, making the older male grab it, giving John time to duck under his arm, Frank used his free hand to grab John's shirt and throw him back against the wall, delivering a few swift kicks to his ribs, John doubled over, scrambling for the back door and ran, his dad close behind him.
"YOU GET BACK HERE!" Franks slurs followed John through the rundown neighborhood, Bender clutching his side, his ribs giving way entirely too easily under his fingertips. He made it to the park, sitting under the jungle gym to catch his breath. Alot of students came here after school, part of him hoped none of his friends were here getting high, he hated them to see him after his dad got aholt of him.