Diaries of the Grieving

One - Jax

To whoever was the guy that invented alarm clocks to be a thing, I really hope he's had a shitty life for making mine more miserable by that damn awful sound.

Seriously, it's like nails on a chalk board or something.

Throwing my sheets off, I slam the clock on the floor and jump outta bed and follow my usual routine; shower, teeth, face, and try to avoid parents.

Key word try. The last part  being easier said then done.

As I rush down the stairs, I realise luck really isn't in my favour today as I hear my dad call my name from the hall.

Add that to the list of sounds that make me even more miserable.

"Jax."

"Hey dad..." I say with a fake smile, stopping at the end of the steps.

"Have you done your morning workout?" he says.

"Uh no...I didn't have time, I only woke up half an hour ago."

"Do you really expect to gain a football scholarship with the way you're slacking off?" he says disapprovingly.

I wince. All about the damn scholarship.

"Dad it's just one practice. Chill." I say.

"You won't be telling me to chill when you end up in community college, working for a quick buck on the side."

"Firstly, that's highly unlikely. Secondly, what's so wrong with that?" I challenge.

"Do you even hear yourself? you're worth more than some nobody's who don't even know what they're doing with their life."

Sounds like he's describing me actually.

"Whatever, can I go now?" I say irritably.

"Before you go, I want you to do a cardio session before your first class. You still have time and you can take this along with you to eat after."

He tosses me a protein bar and I internally scream.

"Dad I'm gonna be late to class. Can't we just skip for today?"

"No. You're metabolism works faster in the morning. Go now."

"I don't even think that's true."

Poor choice of words on my part, because instantly I recognise the facial change. His eyes turn dimmer and the frown lines that dent his face grow deeper.

He quickly marches up to me and grabs me by the collar, forcing my eyes to his face.

"Listen here kiddo, I am your father. You always listen to what I have to say. Even if I told you to climb  mount fucking Everest in nothing but your underwear, you'd do as I told you so." He says low and threatening.

My heartbeat hammers in my chest and my breathing becomes shallow. I fucking hate this psycho down to my bones.

I grab his hand round my collar and shove him off me.

"Fine whatever you say."

I quickly grab my duffel and walk out the door without another word and get into my car. For a bit I drive around aimlessly and then decide to head to the fields, ruling that a run probably would get me out of this funk.

I hate the man.

I loath him.

Frustrated, I punch the car wheel and speed towards the field entrance. The meadows. One of, if not the best place in town.