My Enemy Or My Lover?

Ch 20

Jason's pov

I heard the clicking from my  boots, I turned the hallway when a object was thrown at me. I swiftly ducked and got back up dusting myself off and I looked forward at the man who threw the bottle of booze at me " hi dad " I sighed as my father let out a loud growl from his chest. I looked at my dad, his black hair was messier than usual, he was hunched over making a humpback on him, he changed his shirt finally to a sky blue one which already had a stain on it, he had dark jeans on and was barefooted " your not my son. " my father growled and I walked past his six foot three body. I ignored his curses and screaming and I entered my small room.

I looked at my room, not much, a small bed by my window just a wooden cabinet, and a small flat screen. I dragged my feet over to my bed and face planted into it. I gave off a throaty groan and I looked up into my dark room.

I grabbed my phone and went through it ' yea yea fight here fight there'  I said in my head when I went through my kik  ' we've found one of your contacts on kik start a chat with them?'  I read on my bright screen " who's my contact?" I said out loud and I looked who it was 'Amber  Vivilleon  '  I read and I smirked a bit " this'll be fun " I said.

" hey Amb Amb"

I waited

" what the hell how did you get my kik?!?!"

I laughed loudly when my father barged through the room looking around and his eyes planted on me " you little shit I thought your mother came back and you plan to imitate her?!" I got up from my bed and I looked him dead in the eye " Moms dead and you know she is" I said strictly and I felt a pain on my head " liar!!!!!" my father screamed.

I felt something warm trickle down my head as the smashed bottle was on the floor, I looked at my dad again.  He looked at me with angry eyes and I got up and cleaned up the broken glass " Bitch " my father growled at me and I murmured " could say the same about you" when he slammed my door shut.

My mother is dead, well not exactly she's been in a coma for the most of my life so I consider  her dead, she was with my father at a bar trying to frag him home when he didn't want to go . I was there when he killed her, I was holding my mothers hand tightly that night. Then ' BANG '  My father shot my mother on her chest cause he wanted to finish his drink before he wanted to spend time with his family.

' I will never forgive him for this '

was the first words that came into my mind when I saw my mother in a coma, I swore to myself I will never consider him as my dad, even though I said ' dad ' a bunch of times he's no father of mine.

I grabbed my phone and I texted Amber again

' sorry I have stuff to do bye'

I turned of my screen and went to the bathroom and cleaned up the glass that was in my head.