The Incident

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"Dude, are you serious you don't want to come," Josh deliberate asked for the 3rd time, giving me that look, that dead serious look like, "You got to be kidding me".

"Josh, it's not my thing. I like taking my Saturdays chill, no partying whatsoever, not even for Christy," I said annoyed.

"But it's not just a party like the others we go to. It is a congrats party for Christy for being accepted to Harvard. It would be messed up if you didn't come and support her since you're her boyfriend," Josh said.

I cocked my head bringing my hands up towards me and said, "So what if Christy is my girlfriend, doesn't mean I have to support her if I don't want to."

"Why am I even talking to you like this, you do not understand the fact of caring for others and showing their respect, all you care about is yourself. You're lucky that Christy and me still are with you, I guess we just think at one point you're going to change and see us different, but maybe were wrong, your just to blind to see what's in front of you," Josh furiously said to me. Turning red and waving his hands up and down like trying to make me understand.

A wave of anger hit me, and I responded while walking toward my Subaru, "You're wasting my time. I'm leaving to actually chill out, and maybe you need to cool down as well."

But as I reached for the door, I felt lightheaded. Everything in front of me was moving. Colors danced as if I was falling. The last thing I remembered was a faraway voice calling out my name, it must have been Josh, but it was barely audible to hear.

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It was hard to lift my eyelids. My head was throbbing, it ached so much I wanted to cry out loud. But I wished I could not hear. To not hear the cruel words of my mother and father. I knew I was in my room because I heard the soft tick tock of my clock and the smell of lavender.

"Thanks to this ignorant child I had to leave work. If he only just followed the rules for once this would not have happened," my mother ranted.

I never hated my mother but neither had the greatest bond in the world with her. She always complained about me to her friends saying like, "Charles is a rebel, when I tell him I expect more from him I get another notify letter of one week suspension." So annoying aren't I right.

"Hun, don't speak to loudly, we need to take him nice and slow, even though he doesn't deserve it. I am in the same situation as you, but I had to leave in a middle of a crisis, in Downtown the protestants had gone haywire, as a policeman it's my job to keep Fresno stable and safe but with this hardheaded kid he is making my work more difficult, if he is part of the problem," the voice of my father responded not lightly.

"So that is what you think of me, father. I know mom has a sharp tongue, but I never imagined my own father whom I am close to treat me this way.... " I won't cry, clutching the bed sheet and holding my tears trying to be a man as my father would always say; you can't survive the world if you cry for everything.

"I had enough of how you are so insecure. Me and your mother are worried for your future, so we need to put you straight, it is an embarrassment that a Rivera is failing when your cousins are prospering going straight to Universities. I had enough of getting you out of the gutter as a policeman I needed to take you to jail for destruction of property and harassing small children you did in the past but instead as a father I punished you, but you didn't even learn, one month later and there you're at it doing it again," my father said intently and very serious.

I never seen my dad this way, he scared me and somehow made me feel guilty for the first time, but he was not yet finished what he was saying, the worst was yet to come......

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