Learn To Love - Creek

Chapter-2

Craig POV:
I get on the bus, as pissed as ever. "Hey du-" Clyde started but I instantly shut him the fuck up. I am not in the mood right now. I feel a mix of anger and embarrassment from my encounter with my hellish ELA teacher.
The bus comes to a halt and I jump off the bus, speed walking home, not bothering to look back at Clyde. I don't understand what I'm feeling, I'm just flustered at the moment. I walked into my house, and slam the door shut. "CRAIG TUCKER DONT YOU FUCKING DARE SLAM THAT DOOR UNLESS YOU WANNA BE ON THE OTHERSIDE, SLEEPING ON THE PORCH!" My mother yells at my angrily . "Yes ma'am" I answer timidly.
I tiptoe up the stairs, trying to avoid my father. I close the door to my room (very gently this time) and sit at my desk. I take out my homework for history and science, laying it out infront of me. I start on my science class work first since it's easier and I understand it more, then I do my history work. I don't pay attention to history at all, so I basically just google everything.   I will honestly be pissed if I get bad marks because I don't use certain words.
Halfway through the hell, whoops, I mean history homework, I start to glance around the room.
It's pretty blank, grey walls, black bedspread / sheets, and brown furniture. In 6th grade, I was given a pride flag, and I didn't know what it was, so obviously I asked my mum. My mum told my dad, and he didn't take it very well. I never even said I was gay or homosexual, he just stomped into my room, took my flag, and had gotten rid of everything in my room that slightly resembles color.
It was kinda traumatic watching my dad throw away all my important stuff that happens to be colorful. Even my blue and yellow chullo I wear on the daily had been kicked to the curb. I had to fish it out of the dumpster.
I snap back to reality, and finish up my school shit. I look at the time and conclude that I could probably get an hour of sleep before dinner.
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"Craig wake the fuck up, dinner is ready you dumb cumslut" Tricia says, waking me up immediately. I'm a very light sleeper, so it startled me. I walk downstairs to join my 'lovely' family.
I sit down at the dining room table and stare down at the food. Roast beef and potatoes. My family gathers around the table and we fold our hands together. "Okay everyone" my dad starts, "it's time to say grace, and thank the lord for all the food he has given us today."
I close my eyes, but I stopped praying a while ago. Do I believe in god? Yes. I was raised in a Catholic household, but do I trust him? No. I don't trust a god who put me in this family.
I feel my sister hit my arm. "Craig, open your eyes dumbass, we're done." I roll my eyes.
"So, how was everybody's day today?" My mum asks glumly, and uninterested. "Sucks like always." I tell her. "Well you're a faggot, of course your day always sucks" Tricia laughs. I hold my utensils and slam my fists on the tables. "I'M NOT A GODDAMN FAG!" I yell, as my dad shoots a look at me.
Fuck. "Craig, may I have a word with you?" My father asks. "Y-yes" I say, nervous for the interaction coming. "Yes who?" He asks sharply, "yes sir."
We walk into the living room of the house and he just goes off. "CRAIG, LEARN TO JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, I DON'T WANT YOUR DUMBASS EMOTIONS. YOU KNOW THE RULES DONT YOU? NO FEELINGS. YOU GOT THAT?" He screams at me. I look down, "yes sir" "Craig Thomas Tucker, don't you DARE give me any attitude. You know damn well I could've beaten the shit out of you. You can't even follow the easiest rules. No. Fucking. Emotions. Got it?" "Yes sir" "Anyways, you lost your dinner for tonight. Go upstairs."
I walk upstairs feeling numb and hungry. I just sit down, and fall into a void-like dream.
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Sorry guys.. this is a smaller chapter. I hope you enjoyed it tho✌️