Bryce walks in the house and shuts the door behind him. He lays his bag down on the floor, the thud echoing back through the empty house. He walks into his room and lays on his bed, slightly turning his head at the bedside to see an old picture. His mom, dad, and him all one big happy family. Together. He stomach growls. Since no one's home he decided he was gonna be sneaky and get some food. He walks into the kitchen and opens the cabinet door. Chips. That'll work. He grabs the bag and walks back up to his room. He hears a door slam. His dad immediately starts screaming.
"Bryce goddamnit, get your ass in here now!!!"
Bryce runs into the living room. His dad points to his bad in the floor.
"What the hell is this?"
"My bag."
No, you fucking idiot, why is it in my floor?"
"Because that's where I layed it."
"Bryce, you better watch that smart ass attitude before I beat it out of you."
Bryce held his hand out to pick the bag up. His dad pushed him over to where he was lying on the ground and kicked him.
"Pick it up, bitch."
"I'm trying, asshat."
His dad smacks him. His face welped up immediately. The hand print stung a red mark across his face. Bryce grabs the bag and runs to his room. He grabs the chip bag and throws it in his bag. He grabs his bag and thought about leaving, but then he had a better question. Where would he go if he did?
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FanfictionBryce has a pretty rocky relationship with his father. It's the first day and he meets someone who seems to have a pretty rocky past of his own. How will things work out for them?
