Russell Knight is not your average geek. Sure, he may seem like the quiet, shy, and vulnerable guy in school. But there is far more to Russel than meets the eye.
At just 10 years old, Russell had already gone through the heartache of losing both of...
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Third Person POV
Andrew makes his way into his luxurious apartment, whistling as he opens the door and walks in, dropping his keys on the same spot over his table. "Nice to see you finally get home." he hears his dad's voice, making him jump in place after being startled.
"Pops... Wh- what are you doing here?" he says, taking a step back. His dad, Caleb sits on the small recliner, with a glass of whisky in his right hand. Caleb takes a swig of the warm poison, hissing as he places the glass back on the small table next to the recliner.
He stands, fixing his tie, and walks to Andrew, making his son worried. His expression was as cold as ever, with dark eyes, and teeth gritted. Andrew can only imagine the taste of blood as he hears his dad clenching his jaw. "The question is, what the hell have you been doing, Andrew? What were you doing in California? I thought I told you to never... Ever look for that kid."
"Dad, I, I, I don't know what you're talking about," he says taking a step back, hitting his lower back against the chair of his dining table. His dad could be the sweetest man you've ever met in front of an audience, but Andrew knew better. He was a completely different person behind doors.
Andrew was saddened when he found Russell and what he did for a living. To him- Russell was the brave one here. He could never have the courage to stand up to his dad, cowardly hiding away when needed. It was the only way he found to survive the beatings and mistreatment. He'd grown up used to receiving the end of the bad stick.
Every time his dad came home drunk or in a bad mood, he knew it was either him or his brother, Abel that would suffer. But being the protective brother he knew he could be since it was the only thing he could do... he would hide his brother in his closet and take the plunge before his dad's fist.
At first, it started with a slap or two, escalating to a belt. But as they grew older, his dad became more agitated, not being able to satisfy his insatiable need to hurt them. He would shove them down the stairs, kick them, punch them until his knuckles had had enough. It wasn't until he had to leave for college that he finally had the chance to be free for a while.
But it was torture to know his brother was in his father's home. Leaving his brother vulnerable with his father was a constant nightmare. He was glad when he was able to get a job. He would secretly send money to his brother until he had saved enough to move out on his own. He knew his brother was too small, being only eighteen and living all alone, but it was a big upgrade over being at home with an acrimonious man and a mother who never dared stand up for them.
He braces himself, he knows it's coming as soon as his dad is in front of him. Caleb tricks him across his cheek with the back of his hand, making his head turn with force. He can feel the burn and pain. His eyes water, and slowly, the warmth of the blood oozing out of his nose invades his lip. The all-too-familiar taste of lead.
