Dusting Off A Heart

Chapter 19 - Shouts

"Yeah I actually have to post this on Friday"

"And also update another chapter"

"But I didn't do it"

*get thrown to a field full of angry lions*

"I deserve it"

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He parked his car in front of his house. The lights from his house is still on, indicating that his mother-or father, if he come back to home instead going home to his mistress, is still awake. He turned off the ignition and walk to his backyard, thinking that it's best if he's in through the back door. Having his father notice him and confront him from what happened back in the party is not what he wanted to have.

He sneak and ducks until he reached his back door. A muffled shouting and argument was heard. What is it about this time? The more he listens to the argument, the more he doesn't want to be a part of it. But he doesn't want his mother to stand up alone against his father, who knows what he could do to her. He unlocks the back door to his house and heard a click. The argument is still on indicating that his parents haven't notice him.

The argument is not a murmur anymore, it become more distinct as he headed for the stairs. His parents' bedroom is right beside the stair, and the arguing become clearer.

When he stepped his feet on the first stair, a sound of a slap was heard and the argument suddenly stops. He was alerted about what just happened and realize that his mother could've been hurt. Quickly he jumped from the stairs and yanked the door open.

His mother turns her head towards the door and so does his father. His mother's eyes are full of fury and his father's hand were covering his own cheek, a red mark was on it. His mom covered from the rage first, and realized that her son is now standing at the door, probably listening to the whole argument she's having with his father.

"Dane, would you mind go up to your room for a moment?" She asked him as if nothing has happened. Dane knows that his mother only does that because she doesn't want him to worry, but the damage has been made.

He didn't answer his mom and eyed his father, who's looking back at him. His previous mind went back to when he suddenly appeared at the party and ruined his mood even more.

"What are you doing here?" He asked his father with a venomous glare.

"You ungrateful son of a gun. I live here."

"Oh, do you?" He muster up his courage to walk to him. "Because since the past five months you have been away, you are not giving any crap to call us. So I thought you didn't want live here anymore." He continue a moment later. "I thought you rather be with your little mistress." He said it with so much venom and hatred.

His father was shocked by his son's outburst. He wasn't even expecting his son to talks back to him this harshly.

His father took a few steps towards him as he was glaring at him. What would he do to him? Smack his cheek? Beat him down to death? He doesn't care. His father has not been the proper father figure these past years and Dane thinks that a normal civilized talks wouldn't do him any good. As much as he denies how wrecked his family is, and wanted the problem to solve itself, still, he just couldn't let this problems continues.

His father shot his hand forward to him and Dane is preparing himself for the future pain on her cheek. But the pain never came. Instead, he felt a strong pull on his jacket and he's been pulled harshly onto his father.

"Haven't I told you to watch your language with me, boy?!" His face is so close with Dane, and he could feel the fury and coldness on his father's once-loving eyes. Why his father did changed so much? "You have to respect me, boy! I am the one who paid for all your education, your future is in my hand!" He spat it into Dane's face, convincing him to respect him for what he have done.

"My future is in my own hands." He glares to his father as he removed himself from his father's grasp. "And I will not let you step a foot in my future."

"Oh, sonny." Mock his father, as he chuckled darkly to himself. And in a flash his face turned dark. "I will never let you see your future. I will ruin it before you even notice."

"Don't you ever dare touch my son, Howard." His mother snarled, taking her own part in the argument. Nobody touch her son that she loved so dearly. Nobody. "Now you get out of my house before I call the cops." She said with every single calmness that's left in her. One more move of this man, she'll let out all her anger that she held this past hour.

"This conversation is not ove-"

"Get out of my house!"

His father pursed his lip together as he furrowed his eyebrows in anger. He got no other choice than to leave this house. When Cerise said that she'll call the cops, she will call the cops.

He turned back to the door and stomped angrily outside. A sound of the door being slammed is heard to the room. His father has left.

His mother put a hand on her mouth and her eyes are glassy. She looks more broken than ever. He walks to his mom and put his arms around her, hugging her from the side. "It's okay, mom. I'm here." He rubs his mom's back and draw her closer to him. His mother let out a sniffle and pats his son's arm that's holding her. Anything couldn't describe how grateful she is for her son.

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The water from the lever is pouring down to the sink as he splashes the liquid onto his face. It freshen him as he sighed. So much has happened today. He's very glad that it's all over-for now, at least. And he could rest himself to sleep.

He put on his grey sweatpants and took off his shirt. It's warm even for early autumn in where he lives (and it's kind of like a thing for a guy to take off his shirt at night. Okay maybe that's too stereotype).

He lay down on his soft bed, staring at the ceiling for a while. A ring suddenly heard from his bedside table, indicating that someone has message him. He reached out for his phone and unlocked it. The glare girl, it said on top of the screen.

'I can tutor u on Wed 27th. If u want.'

A small smile appeared on his face. That doesn't make him totally ecstatic and happy, but it does make him feels slightly better. He typed a short message as a reply, a long one is tiring enough for him as his eyes begins to close itself.

His hand reached the bedside table to put back the phone right before he falls into a deep slumber.

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This work hasn't been edited yet, so once more, yes you guessed right, I'm sorry.

You can help me (if you want) by pointing out my mistakes :) thank you.

Your chocolate-eater-somewhat-author,

DeeDee