Something Different

Chapter 3

Hiccup's POV

I crashed on my dad's stained couch. Man, that was a wild night! So much beer! I was going to be so hungover tomorrow...

"Who's there?" My dad came barely into the living room.

"Hiccup! What are you doing here? I thought you were at a friends'?"

"Hey, chill dad. It's a long story. You see, we kinda went to a bar-"

"ARE YOU DRUNK?!!" He totally snapped!

"DRUNK TWENTY YEAR OLDS ARE NOT WELCOME HERE!!! I am taking you to a place that will whip you into shape, Hiccup Haddock." Uh-oh.

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Hiccup's POV

It was nearly two in the morning now. We had been driving for an hour. I still sat in the passenger's seat, arms folded. Head down. I was mad at my dad, yet at the same time, I felt so sick. I wanted to throw up. Too much party. Too many beers.

"Hiccup. Do you know where we're going now?" I shook my head. "It's called the North Correctional Facility for Young Adults. NCFAY. My father went here. So did my roommate in college. I think it will be a good experience for you."

A correctional facility? I had been to juvy, but I had never been to one of these. In juvy I normally just smashed a bottle on a kid's head and my mom would come and get me out. But she left, so I'm stuck with my dad. He won't bail me out. I look out the window and fantasized about throwing up.

"Hiccup, you know that this is serious, right? You're not getting out of this one easy. Listen to me, Hiccup! Listen!" I continued to stare out the window. I resisted talking to him. I didn't care for him. And how much more could he do to me anyways?

"Fine, be that way. But you're not going to have anyone to turn to after this car ride for a long time, and you're going to wish you never touched a beer bottle in your life Hiccup. I promise you." I seriously doubted that.

"Anyways, we're here. Come on, Hiccup."