Eric POV
I watched Elizabeth walk to the cab. My father finally walked down the stairs. " Mark, clean this mess up", he said looking at me in disgust. " Yes sir", Mark said and began to examine my wounds. " Screw you",I yelled to my father while he was walking up the stairs. He turned around and looked at me, " What did you just say to me"? " I said screw you, you're the reason mom left us", I screamed. " Forgive him Master Thomas, Eric doesn't-" My father lifted his hand up gesturing Mark to stop talking. He walked down the stairs and walked over to me and bent down to my face. " Your mother left because you are a horrible excuse of a son and I want you out my house. You will be living with your uncle, Mark will be going with you. I'm done with you, you're dead to me". Mark and I stared at him in disbelief. He turned around and walked back upstairs to his study. " Now you've really done it Eric", Mark said sighing.
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Loving a street fighter
Teen Fiction" Why do you street fight" he asked. I shrugged , " you know why ", I whispered. He stepped closer, " I can give you the money", he whispered. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, " I don't want your pity or your money. All you rich people are the same"...
