Breaking Boundaries *(RINNEY)*

Dad Chapter 2

(Robin's POV) *Translations included*

My car ride home was quiet... I didn't mind it, but the worst my mom could do was either ground me or act as though I don't exist. Both hurt. But I knew the second I got home I would be getting the I don't exist treatment. Which meant, no dinner, no ironed clothes, no conversation, and no help. So I might as well spend my time... I was gonna visit my dad. I do this regularly, like at least every other week. My dad equally deserved to be in there. 

He joined the army with my uncle, they were like best friends...And then... Well my uncle died, he... he got shot and fell into a mine field... It wasn't pretty from what I heard... My dad tried saving him but... He just couldn't and almost went crazy after war...He went to therapy and finally got better enough but then just... Killed a guy...And then tried assaulting a police officer. And his record wasn't even the best so... before you know it your dad is just living in prison for most maybe even the rest of his life. 

"Mom..." she just nodded. "I'm gonna tell dad." She just nodded before pulling into our small yet still appealing home. Our house was painted a very pale yellow, and we had bars around our windows because of the many times people threw rocks at them... The right side of our house was slightly stained red from the amount of times people have sprayed 'WET BACK' on it, and the amount of times I had to spend scrubbing it off. 

While our grass had been more greener than others on our street, we had litter all over it from assholes who couldn't even mind putting it in their own trashcan. We had flowers in cracked pots and old lawn chairs sitting on our small patio. 

I opened the door to our house for my mom before entering after her. She looked like she was sewing something before she got the erupt call from my principal which I can't stand, mind the fact Miss. Philips is so fucking dramatic. I went to the bathroom grabbing some tape to wrap around my knuckles before they got infected. 

After I got out of the bathroom my mom was putting on her apron that she wore to the little market she worked at. She just nodded to me. "Asegúrate de volver a casa a las ocho. Te estoy haciendo la cena hijo... te amo" (Make sure you come home at eight. I'm making you dinner son... I love you) "te amo a mamá" (I love you too mom) Maybe I wasn't getting the silent treatment.

She left quickly after our short conversation. I wasn't exactly in a hurry to leave and see my dad. As a matter of fact sometimes I forced myself to go to make myself feel better about it. It sounded shitty, but for some reason I'd always feel guilty about not speaking to my father. He sent a letter everyday it felt like... Sometimes I didn't respond, and when I went to the prison to see him he'd just stare at me... Not say a word, just give me a uneasy glare that sent shivers up my spine.

I might as well go now though. I grabbed my house keys off the rack almost tripping over the loose wooded floor before leaving the small house.

I was wearing a tank top with an old hooded jacket I found on my fathers side of the closet. It was cold, but that was normal in Denver especially in November. I walked on the cracked sidewalk trying my best not to trip.

I looked to my left to see house 7741... I don't know why but the house always creeped me out. The dead tree that was just silently sitting there and the old dark copper color the house had. I quickly snapped out of my daze. Not to even mention the fact a creep lived there too. 

I kicked a rock around focusing on the ground as I made my way down a long pathway. This was the shortest way, and I believed the easiest too. I brushed my hand against an overgrown bush as I softly exhaled. I looked up to see dark clouds. It was gonna rain... 

Denver I knew was always a dark little place, never really getting that full view of life. At least the town we lived in. It wasn't always the nicest. Like while the rest of Denver grew and got more modern... This shit hole stayed the same since the day it was built, being 1965. All the shops remained, occasionally there was a new place, but it soon just was like another normal old store that was there since the beginning.

I then began feeling a slight drizzle which signaled for me to pick up my pace. Lucky for me, I was almost there. 

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I entered the police house to see three laughing idiots, Jose, Marshel, and Denis.  They were the police officers of the town, and they equally sucked as much as the rest of the cheap nothings in this place. "Ehm." I cleared my throat. They all looked at me raising an eyebrow. "What da ya need kiddo." Dennis said unfazed by me. Denis never really liked me. Jose was cool but still shit, and Marshel was a fucking insult. "My dad? You know the only reason I ever come here." I said crossing my arms. Denis just rolled his eyes before grabbing the keys and tossing them to Jose. "Just get him the day room." Denis pointed in the usual section labeled 'DAY RO M' The other O seemed to have faded.

I went in the small entry way to sit in the middleish first booth. My father soon appeared with his sleeves drawed up revealing his tattoo of 'Mi Amor' with a heart and flowers all around it. "hola mi hijo" (Hi my son) "Hola papá" (Hi dad) "¿Cómo estás y cómo está tu madre?" (How are you, and hows your mother) "Ella es muy buena, yo también... Pero necesito decirte algo papá." (She's very good, so am I... But I need to to tell you something dad) "puedes decirme cualquier cosa hijo mio" (you can tell me anything my son) "Me van a enviar a un internado, papá, por no comportarme." (They're going to send me to boarding school, Dad, for not behaving.)

"Hijo mío, ¿qué carajo les hiciste a esos hijos de puta para que te enviaran allí?" (My son what the hell did you do to those mother fuckers to make them send you there?) "Le di una paliza a alguien, papá, y se lastimó mucho." (I beat someone up dad and they got really hurt) "Esos cabrones se merecen esa mierda, la próxima vez que les hagas una llave de cabeza, bájalos." (Those fuckers deserves that shit, next time you put them in a headlock take them down) "Alright times up you too!" Jose announces. "Perra" (bitch) my father mumbled. "adios papa hasta luego" (Bye dad, see you later)

Jose escorted my dad out as I left the place. It was raining now, and it was 7:13, I needed to get home. I put on my hood before making my way to the Grab-and-Go, if I cut back behind here I would make it home maybe a little faster. As I headed back I saw someone leaning against the wall lighting what looked like some sort of shit wrapped in paper. They had a skateboard by their side before taking a long drag. As they removed the cigarette from their face. I realized it was Finney. I scoffed at the scene before jogging off.

I don't know why, I just never really liked Finney. So I didn't care for him, like at all. He just somehow pissed me off. It started raining harder by the time I got onto my street, it was almost 7:50. I sprinted home before getting to my house checking the time. 7:56... Perfect I took off my shoes and got into the house. It felt as though a warm blanket hugged me and the smell of food crawled up my nostrils.

I entered and hung up my jacket before going to my room. I threw a couple clothes into my bag and some books and shit I needed before calling it a day and going to the kitchen.

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