there's a rebel laying deep in my soul

chapter 2: never ending story

Endeavor looked at him with a serious expression
-Sit down.
Hawks gulped and sat on the couch opposite of the older man. He looked down at his lap too scared to look at Endeavors eyes. He knew this was coming 'does he hate me? He probably thinks I'm disgusting, I fucked up'. Hawks' eyes welled up with tears, he squeezed his wrist as he got more and more anxious, he was scared that if he spoke tears would come out. All of this didn't go untoniced to Endeavor. He sighed and got up from the couch, heading towards the door, as he passed the younger man he patted his head and said quietly
-Don't worry about it.
He then walked away and left the house

Hawks was left speechless, but he was calmer than before 'maybe he doesn't hate me' he tought to himself. After a few minutes Hawks decided to go out, so he got up and put a jacked on, he walked to his room and took his phone and wallet, put on his shoes, wore a cap and left the house after taking his keys. Soon after gr arrived at a bar, Lupin, it was cold. He entered and sat by the counter. The bartender arrived and asked for his order
-vodka please.
The bartender notted and started preparing the drink, after a few seconds he placed the glass infront of the hero. Hawks mouthed a thanks and started drinking. After a few shots the barman spoke
-You're becoming like your father.
Hawks froze and glared the man
-I'm not.
He said quietly, hiding his anger at those words. The bartender shrugged and went back to washing some glasses. Hawks sighed and stood up. Left the money on the counter and left the bar. The winged hero took out a cigarette and his lighter, it was red with little flames on it, he lit up the cigarette and took a drag, keeping the smoke in as he felt the relaxing feeling of the nicotine in his system. After a few moments he exaled and started walking back home. By the time he arrived home the cigarette was finished, he took out his keys amd opened the door, he was still a bit dizzy from the alcohol. He closed the door and took off his shoes and jacked, walked in his room and feel on his bed, falling asleep with his everyday clothes on.
Morning came.
The winged hero woke up with a terrible headache he groaned as he sit up and rubbed his eyes