Son of a drug addict

Part. 5

A/N: I just wanted to say thank you for making Nobody needs to know reach 2,8K views!! I think it is awesome, thank you. Also, Happy pill has almost hit 3K! Just, thank you for reading my works, it means another world to me.

Also, I am publishing new oneshot next week (probably wednesday)! It's called 'What are the sadists made of?' so be ready for that!

Anyway, here is the 5th chapter :)

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***** Friday ******

"Mike" Jason punched my bare chest.

"Wha-What are you doing here?" I asked, rolling out of bed, and I knew it wasn't my floor I was laying on. "Where are we?"

"At Diego's, where else? He's giving us a ride so get up!" he yelled, pulling my hand.

"Gash, stop. I'll skip" I muttered, crawling back to bed. "You go to school, have fun" I said, pushing his face away from me.

"Jason! Let's go!" I heard Diego shout.

"Get it together bro" Jason said before he ran out of the guest room, which had become my own room.

"Yeah yeah" I muttered, looking at the clock. 8.45AM. I prefer staying here for the day. I don't know why people say Diego is bad for me. I don't get it. What determines a good and a bad man? My dad never took care of me. For the first 7 years of my life, he kept it together but after mom died... The hell in him broke through. He has never cared about Jason, either. I have been taking care of him since he was born, even though I was way too young to care of another human being. Diego works in a bar called Zeus, and that's how he discovered my father and us. He took us in, taking care of us. He kind of adopted me and my brother. Of course, he sometimes slaps me and he happens to be my dealer, but after all, is he really a bad guy?

I was half asleep, still kind of high, when I felt a man's hand grip my hair. He pulled me out of the bed. "Diego, what the fuck?"

He threw me on the floor. It wasn't Diego, it was my old man. "What you want?!" I shout.

He looked pretty angry, he gripped my arm and pulled me up. "You gotta stop visiting this place"

"Why?" I asked confused.

"Because I fucking say so" he threw a punch in my face.

"What the fuck is up in your ass right now?" I shouted at him, sneaking away under his arm. "Why are you like this?"

"You hear me? NO more time with Diego!" he shouted, pushed me down on the floor and kicked my ribs.

I heard the out door open. "What the fuck, Lee?!" Diego shouted, running upstairs. He pushed Lee away from me. "Don't" he said firmly.

He helped me up and pushed me into the room I was recently literally pulled out. Diego shut the door, but I could still hear them.

"What the fuck? You can't do that to your son!" Diego shouted.

"Fuck you! I've done it before"

"Yeah. I kno', I've seen the scars on his back"

"I don't want him to spend anymore time with you" Lee said.

"And why is that? Is it because I truly care about him? Or because I make him to go to school and do fine grades?" Diego shouted. It was followed by silence, then footsteps and a door slamming.