Surviving the Payne's

Chapter 1: The Payne's

Chapter 1: The Payne’s

I unrolled my car’s window and saw the white-picket fenced house before me.The place where I'm going to live. It wasn’t as big as my father’s, but it would do. It looked like it fit some ten people at least, maybe more. But it was a shack compared to my home. My home has seven stores; this house only has only two. My house is wide enough to fill a baseball field, no neighbours within a ten mile radius. This home is a quarter of the baseball field, neighbours on both sides. My house is located in a secluded area in Toronto Canada. This house is in the city of North Etobicoke, a city full of gunfire, drugs, and a high student death rate.

Yeah, thanks Dad. You could have just killed me instead. Why did you have to send me to a place like this? Worst of all, you have to make me like in a house full of girls!

You might expect that I would be the luckiest guy on earth, going to live with a bunch of girls. Don’t get me wrong, I’m straight, but girls annoy the hell out me.

My mother, Jennifer Hastings, died giving birth to me. So I really didn’t have the opportunity to know how to treat the other sex in a gentlemanly fashion. Even my female teachers growing up had a hard time with me because I would always talk back. Anyway, I knew that deep down my dad blamed me for my mother’s death. He wouldn’t tell me, but I knew. That just adds to my anger towards everything in general.

 Anger. That’s why I’m here. When I get angry, my animal side is unleashed, and it wouldn’t matter if the person I am angry at is a male or a female. To me, they would just be human and I would beat the living hell out them. Yeah, think I’m a jerk for beating up girls. But, frankly I don’t care. Who was the jackass who told everybody that hurting a girl is wrong?  Honestly, wouldn’t you think that a bitch would need a bitch slap once in a while?

You see, I don’t hate girls, I just think that they can be annoying at times. Samantha Warden and I used to go out. We had a thing going for almost five months now. I hadn’t really paid attention to her behaviour around other boys, but I should have. Ever since our second month, she was cheating with my Ex-best friend, Louis, behind my back. I broke up with her immediately, controlling my anger, in front of her friends. Sam couldn’t take the humiliation, so she came up with a scheme to get back at me. She was the organizer for winter festival, so she could do things other people can’t. Make a speech. During her very boring speech at the event, she said some things at the end that brought my blood boiling.

“Lastly, I want to point out that today is the day Will and I break up.” Gasps were heard among the crowd as the power couple of this school is breaking up. Questions were thrown here and there as my head snapped up.

“You may be wondering why. Well, yesterday I caught him making out with someone. That someone is a guy! Who knew that William Hastings, the ‘IT’ boy, is gay?”

I saw red after that, my cheeks burning and fume escaping my ears. I lost my temper and walked to the stage and punched the bitch senseless. I was pretty built for a guy so, it took a lot of muscle power to hold me back. I was arrested after that and spent a whole week in jail. Sam is to be in the hospital for a few months.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care if you were gay or not, but I couldn’t stand when people labelled me for something I wasn’t. If she called be a proud rich boy, I would get angry regardless. Maybe I wouldn't too far though.

My father, John Hastings, heard about my outburst and immediately came to visit me. He was disappointed of course, told me that I embarrassed his name and wished I would have died instead of my mother. Sometimes, I wished that too. He decided that that only one thing can change and I swear I saw an imaginary light bulb appear upon his head. I knew that look. He bailed me out and drove me home, lecturing me about my mistake and telling me punishment.