Where Will I Go

8||Broken Stars

My mind's made up
And I know I'll do the right thing
Get up and stand tall
My mind's made up
Why am I scared I won't be able
To get up when I fall
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Alex set his bag back down on his bed in his bedroom, starting to unpack the clothes that he had brought with him to Jesse's before returning back home.

He had spent a week and a half with his older brother, but the calls and texts from his somewhat-worried mother and father became so frequent (and honestly annoying) that he eventually agreed to go home.

However, right now his parents weren't home. Alex had just arrived back from school after Jesse picked him up with his bag. Usually his parents arrived home 3 hours after Alex would, more or less. So, Alex had plenty of time to mentally prepare himself for his parental units.

But, quite frankly, Alex didn't want to think about them at all. He was just generally not fond of his parents, and he can't remember a time that they had been fond of him. So he just focused on unpacking, by putting away clothes and other necessities that he brought with him.

When he was done, he threw the large bag under his bed before jumping onto the comfortable mattress and laying down on his back, propping his feet up against the wall in front of him as he began to think about his life and close his eyes.

As he thought about his father, he couldn't help but scowl at the mental image of his face. It was box-shaped almost, with grey stubble growing over his face, chin and neck.

His father was a rather cruel man. He wasn't the most malicious person on the face of the earth, but he certainly wasn't a chocolate cupcake with a cherry on top either. He was an alcoholic, there was no doubt about that, and he was cruelest and angriest when under the influence. He was often physically abusive towards the brunet, and his younger 12 year old brother, Lester. Same went for Jesse before he moved out.

As for his mother, she was just generally judgemental and closed minded. She didn't really care for the things that Alex enjoyed, and was more concerned about herself than she was for her own children. At least it certainly seemed that way.

Alex's mind begun to become hazy, sleepiness clogging his brain as he started to drift off into dreamland.
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The resting Brunet was awoken about 2 hours later by the sound of a loud bang, probably someone slamming the front door behind them as they entered. Alex jumped, and looked out the window to see his father's car in the driveway.

oh great

Snow White's home

He thought sarcastically, almost rolling his eyes even as he laid back down to try to fall back asleep. But of course, you can't have everything.

"You boys get down here!" He heard the much older man yell, referring to both Alex and Lester.

Alex groaned, but got out of bed none the less. If he didn't have a younger sibling he felt he needed to protect, then he would've just told his father to go fuck himself. But, sadly, that was not his current situation. Although that didn't mean he couldn't think it.

He thumped down the stairs, to be greeted by Lester who was sitting on the couch already, and his father in front of him.

"what took you so long?!" The almost-50 year old spat, glaring harshly at the 17 year old who could clearly smell the putrid scent of alcohol.

"Here to give us your daily shit storm?" The younger boy shot sarcastically, glaring even harder at his father with a look that said 'If someone else doesn't run you over I'll do it myself.'