static [joshler]

sanguine sorrys

TW: abuse and blood.

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"I already apologized to you!"

"It wasn't a very good one."

"You're full of shit." Tyler spat, getting closer to his mother until his finger was inches away from her face. He pointed at her like he was scolding a five year old. "You're fucking shit!"

"Chris!" Kelly yelled. She smacked Tyler's hand down. "Maybe if you behaved like your siblings we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Or maybe if you would treat me normal we wouldn't be having-"

"You're not as tough as you think you are, Tyler."

"What's going on?!" Chris stomped into the kitchen.

"Tyler's being a little shit-head and not apologizing properly."

"I apologized twice." Tyler stood his ground.

"Well they must've been poor apologies if Kelly won't accept them."

"You make it sound like she's easy going. She just wants to start shit with me."

"Oh she wants to start shit?"

"Can I just go to Josh's now? I'll be out of your hairs for a few hours!"

"Oh so you decide when this conversation is over?" Chris glared at him.

"Funny how you think this is a conversation. Its a fight that I'll never win. My whole life you guys have hated me the most. What the fuck did I do to you?!"

"You are talking back to me! That's what you are doing!"

"I have to!"

"No, you don't-"

"I do! Because you guys don't listen! Even when I'm screaming guys don't hear me!"

"What do you want us to hear?" Kelly crossed her arms.

Tyler looked at her with disbelief. "You don't have any clue?" His mother stared at him. Tyler leaned towards her in anger and put a finger to his temple. "You twist my mind and make my life hell. You have never helped us with anything. You never-"

"I never help you?"

"No. You fucking don't."

"Then who feeds you?"

Tyler stepped closer to her. "Well you don't feed me anymore because apparently I never apologi-" A fist collided with his skull and stopped him in his tracks. Blood poured out like a waterfall. He put a hand to the brim of his nose. The corner of his nose and left eye throbbed. "What the fuck..."

Tyler looked up to see his father throwing another punch. He gasped and fell to the floor, catching Chris off guard. The bleeding Joseph kicked at his father's ankles. He screamed something and Tyler got up and ran to the end table where they left their keys. The back of his shirt was tugged and he turned and quickly blocked his face. Chris' fist hit the keys, scraping his knuckles.

Tyler made a run for it. He slammed the door to the garage, hearing his father yell something about how he was dead when he came home. The brunet ignored the unsettling feeling in his stomach and reached up and hit the button to the garage door opener. The keys in his hands jingled as he did so.

The teen forcefully opened the car. He wanted to scream as he slammed it shut. He yanked on the seat belt but it locked in place. Anger rose higher and he continued to try and buckle himself. Finally it stopped locking from the force Tyler pulled it at and he shoved the clip into the actual buckle. He pulled down the sun visor and flipped up the mirror inside.