Quiet Waters (boyxboy)

Chapter 3

Ok, so this has some mild violence and the f-bomb a bit. sorry, but the mood matches it so well! don't worry, though, I'm not as evil as I may seem! Enjoy, vote, and comment.

 

Chapter 3: Cole's POV -Thursday Night, before arriving at Kent's front door-

“Cole!” My dad roared; not surprisingly, he was drunk again, however, it was different this time, he was much more violent than he typically was. When he had come home, after his football team lost on TV, he was even throwing old beer bottles st the TV, something that usually kept him calm most of the time. I looked into his dark brown eyes and noticed how horribly bloodshot they really were.

“Dad,” I said, trying to get him to calm down; thank God Paul was still in his room, hopefully with the door locked like I told him.... “Let's not be unreasonable now,” My voice trailed off as he picked up a large shard of a broken beer bottle.

I gasped when he dug it into his arm and dragged it down to his wrist. “Who's the one in control now, mother fucker?” He was hallucinating now, I was sure of it. I think he was talking to, or at least trying to, talk to either God, who he never was fond of much anyways since our family was never one for religion, or the guy who killed our mother one night. When asked how it happened, he just said, “Oh, nothing really, I just lost control,”

I crept towards him slowly, removing the piece of amber glass still embedded in his left arm, making sure to kick any other pieces away from my drunk father. He was sobbing now, uncontrollably.

I saw that he was fine, and quickly went up to my room and looked out my window enviously into my wealthy neighbor's backyard. Their pool was about as big as the school pool, and the bottom wasn't covered in crap. The brown fence on their side looked very different than ours; my neighbor's was shiny, glossy, and wasn't decaying right before my eyes unlike mine.

I noticed a figure out by the pool as he slipped into the pool and swam faster than I ever thought was possible than a human; he'd probably even give Michael Phelps a good challenge. Then I realized something when he glared at me when he noticed that I was watching. He was the really brilliant senior at my high school! He was swimming even faster now, barely coming up for a single breath of air because he moved so quickly. I knew that he could swim really well, but I never knew he could swim this fast.... But what was his name?

Chris, Kale, Kane, what the hell was it again? Ok, maybe I didn't know his first name, but I know that his dad was the most influential, and best, prosecuting and defending, lawyer in America. That's how he bought all of those houses that surrounded it. Wasn't their last name... Whitman! Of course! Whitman incorporated! His mother must be the president of Whitman incorporated, a home furnishings business run by Mrs. Whitman.

Kent Whitman! Yeah, that that sounded like his name, alright. Already has full ride scholarships and letters begging him to go to their school from Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Princeton, Berkeley, and even John Hopkins, apparently the best medical school in the world.

Content with finally figuring out my neighbor's identity, I turned to my Geometry book, looked at it, and then threw it to next to my backpack.

I was texting Caleb about the party tomorrow, when I heard a scream. It sounded like....

Paul!

Fuck, fuck, fuck....I was already freaking out; because of Paul's rough childhood, he never panicked about anything, and I'm proud to say that I had taught him how to do that myself, unless it was way too big for him to handle.

I sprinted to the Paul's screams, only to find my dad holding Paul by his hair with a butcher knife against his throat, with our dog Bud lying in a pool of his own blood.