His Final Shot

Chapter 2

David slowed his pace as he neared his destination. David stopped running right as he reached the door of his building that was once considered a warm and loving home. He knew he had to be silent, as he entered through the old and broken window. Fear came nowhere near what he felt. Terror. Anxiety. Horror. All these ran through his body. The slightest creak could wake up the old man. David hears loud snores, which gives him the confidence he needs to break into his own home. 

After David's dad died, his mother decided to remarry. He did not understand. He could not understand. How could she just get another husband and expect everything to be all right again? To him it was betrayal. He loved his mother more than anyone else, but the man she decided to love is not, and will never be his father. He knew what this man's intentions were, and he would let nothing stop him from making sure the old man never lays a harmful finger on his mother. He didn't care how much she thought she loved him.

David lay a foot on the wooden floor, carefully not to make a noise. He had once tried to convince his parents to get carpeting, but they just wouldn't budge. 

"Carpets would be so helpful right now." David said to himself as he began to sneak through his own house as a burglar. 

He took slow paces then scouted around for the old man and spotted him passed out on that useless excuse for couch he bought after moving in. As well as a beer bottle shattered into both large and small pieces on the floor near him. Through the corner of his eyes he saw some falling through the tiny cracks on the floor. 

"Better clean that up later." David again thought to himself not daring to open his mouth. 

He tried to be careful not to let his shadow go over the Man's eyelids, as he knew that this could cause him to wake. He listened for other noises in the house, for other dwellers his father might have brought home, but nothing came. No sounds. The silent house deafened him. He remembered when this house was full of joy and laughter.

He lifts his foot to take another step, and slowly lets it rest on the first step of the short staircase ahead of him. David, at the sight of a swaying shadow behind him, froze knowing the next few minutes all too well and fearing the presence of his abusive stepfather. David shut his eyes, clenched his fists and turned on his heels. 

"Where d'ya think yerr goin'?" he slurred, taking a few drunken steps towards David's current position, making David cringe.

"What's it to you?" David courageously replied knowing he had just made the worst mistake of his life.

 He didn't fear the old man, he feared him leaving. He feared that he would hurt his mom. He feared that if he left, they would be left on the streets to beg. If he left, then David would have to work twice as hard to get the education and life he wanted and desperately needed. And that was the last kind of life he wanted right now.

When David's mom remarried, she married the most wicked man possible. Butch. That was his name. There was no way in hell that he was going to call this lame excuse for a human father. He didn't deserve that. At first he seemed like a kind guy, compared to the other men his mom brought home drunk. But a few months into the marriage Butch began abusing David. Slapping. Hitting. Striking him at any place, with any tool, at any time. It got worse and worse over the years, but David made sure not to mention anything to his mom since she loved this man.

"D-a-a-vid! I-I-I-I'm you father" Butch replied with his cocky accent quoting from Star Wars movies. 

He hated the fact that this man was his legal guardian, he could barley take care of himself let a lone someone else. Rage filled David's body, and David was just about done with all this crap!

"Your not my father!" David screamed into Butch's face, as he was now only a few inches or so away. 

He let the words slip out of his mouth one by one whilst emphasizes each word and making sure to use extra spit. David knew what was coming next, he knew what he said had made his drunken stepfather mad. He could see his dark eyes fill with anger and he knew what was coming next. David's stepfather raised his hand and swung it across David's frail face making it bright red. The shock of pain went through his entire head, all the way down to his neck. Now David was angry, and all he could do was contain it. He'd learned to do that over the years.

"That ought-a teach you to respect-t your elders" Butch said feeling proud of what he had just done. "Go to your room before I give you a spanking you wont forget." 

David didn't have to be told twice for him to speed up the stairs of his once loving home. Once at the top of the staircase he heard the sounds of glass chattering.