ambit. [hs au]

Chapter 33

Harry's P.O.V.:

9PM

My father always said that if you want something done right, you should do it yourself.

As much as the fucker didn't do much for me in life, that much he taught me. He also ruined everything good I could ever be in life, still, I'm stupid enough to find myself quoting him every once in a while.

I guess, sometimes, I can kinda relate to some of the things he used to say when I was a child. When he would get home from work, frustrated and high on adrenaline, so fucking pissed with whatever he had to deal with during the day, he would take out in whoever was on his way.

Sometimes it was me. Sometimes, my infant brother. But most times, it was my mother.

Sick motherfucker.

But the thing is, it takes one to know one, and I've learned from a young age that only a monster can deal with another monster. And when you're willing to be that person, you better make sure you're worse than who you're trying to defeat.

There are days, like today, in which I kinda get it, why he was always so fucking pissed. I would never agree with the ways he chose to let out the frustration, but I understand how fucking maddening dealing with dumb people can be, sometimes.

I've had a full day at work. It wasn't only the usual crap with people not knowing how to do their fucking jobs properly at the administration sites of my business segments. That part was surprisingly peaceful today. I only had to make an appearance at three meetings in the morning, and I was free from that side of my life right after 11AM.

What took me to the fucking edge was, as usual, the bloody City Council. I'm so tired of having to deal with those dumb, old fucks, who hold themselves higher than the regular folk, and for some reason I will never understand, apparently doesn't have a fucking clue of how to deal with a bloody crisis.

Honestly, I have no idea how this city even survived so many years in their useless hands.

What's the fucking point of gathering a City Council, like we were still living in the fucking 1700s or something, if they're only there to take advantage for themselves? You can be corrupt anywhere, there's no reason to found a fucking council to do it, fucks sake.

It's ridiculous, if you think about it. The heads of the Council are the same men who are also the owners, or in charge of, of the educational system. The law enforcement. The fucking clerical board in town. They would already have enough power as it is, but apparently, it wasn't enough for them.

If being the person I am, borned into the family I did, means I have to be part of this group of fucking clowns, then I'm sorry, but I'm gonna do it fucking right.

I'm going to take advantage of the position I hold in this city and bring some actual good here. Even if it might not look like it.

All in all, as the end of the day arrives, all I want is to go home, run a few laps with Zale and maybe do a little sparring at my boxer ring, then take a shower and knock myself out dead for at least 20 hours straight. I'm fucking exhausted.

But today is TJ's birthday, and I will never hear the end of it if I don't show up at the church. He has been talking about gathering all of his friends for months, playing with their bands and getting high and drunk afterwards. Though I'm tired as fuck, I can't mess this up with him.

Besides, the concept of what he has planned does sound like fun. Especially if she's going to be there. If I'm lucky enough to see her tonight, maybe I'll get to be with her again. Maybe I'll get to sneak up to Luke's apartment with her, and fuck her against that bloody window the fucker keeps in his living room.