The Last Big Scam [Completed]

Chapter 17- Dork not a Son

Kevin's POV

Dad.

I gulp.

Stepping into the front doors of the house, that is normally empty, I hear noises in the living room. I head in that towards the noises.
The TV is on a spots channel and the couch is occupied by a muscular man with orange hair, beard growing in, his face looks very unhappy, his eyes blood red- if you look at them long enough, his beer in his hand, rusting ring on his ring finger; my father.

He turns his eyes from the TV.

God, save me.

His belt is off.

I feel it strike.

Strike.

He drops his belt and does something he hasn't done since I saw him last.

He hits me.

Hard.

His fists are strong, his ring emphasizes the blows.

I know I am a bad kid.

I do.

I do.

I feel myself shrink as I think this to myself.

My confidence dying.

My eyes stinking.
Nose bleeding (again).

I do.

He continues going even when I went numb.

He keeps going through the game.

Keeps going even with his arms aching.

He keeps going punishing me for all the bad things I did- do.

I am a bad kid.

I am sorry Dad,
that you have a Dork instead of a son.

A/N:
Sorry it is shorter. I felt it was a chapter that should be short so it had meaning. I think I might end the story in a few chapters.
Hope everyone is having a good day.