Son of a drug addict

Part. 23

****** Next day: Wednesday *******

"Mike! Mike, get up!" Jason yelled in my ear.

"Shit, what now?" I muttered and rubbed my face. I saw he was holding a pillowcase full of soap. Also, Chester walked in.

"Ian is going to get it" he said. "I know that you are stubborn enough that you will not go to cops, so we are doing Ian's punishment in.... South side style"

I watched them both. They looked serious. "Just the three of us?"

"No no. Diego, Claire, dad, Chuck, some guy called Jack, also Johnny and other people from Zeus" Jason said, handing me my bat.

"You're kidding me?" I muttered and pulled my shoes and hoodie on. I adjusted my jeans, grabbed the bat and walked outside. They were all outside the house with baseball bats, wrenches and anything you can use for violence.

"Let's go get the rapist!" someone yelled, pointing to the road and beginning to walk.

Lee was one of them and he was looking at me. We walked down the porch and the whole gang began to walk towards Ian Carston's house. I rested the bat against my shoulder.

My old man came up to me and asked "Why did you never mention about it?"

"You wouldn't have cared" I muttered.

"Bullshit!" he yelled, "No guy is going to fuck my son"

"Dad, I'm gay" I said, also giving up my breath. "But not because of Ian, but in general"

Lee looked at me for a moment, but then he looked down. "I know. But no guy is going to fuck you without your permission"

"How did you know?" I asked.

"You fucking shine it" he laughed. "I mean, you never brought a girl, so I just assumed, fuck it my son is gay"

I chuckled. "So you're okay with it?"

"Just don't rub it in my face" he said. "But hey, at least we don't have to worry about another fucked up Shinoda"

I laughed at him. I looked at the ground and smiled a bit. I was happy he was so cool about it. Lee is not one of those guys who would understand, but everyone can surprise you.

We arrived the Carston's house. "You do the honors" Chester said to me, pointing at the doorbell. I took a deep breath and ringed. It didn't take long when he opened the door.

"Hello, bitch" I said, grabbing his shirt and pulled him outside from the house. He fell onto his yard. I was the one who gave the first punch.

After that, everyone started beating him. There was blood, screaming, anger. Ladies and guys, all so angry to him. So was Jason, which broke my heart. He hit Ian over and over again with the soup pillow. I think he was crying, because he was so angry. He kept yelling 'You hurt my brother!' at every hit he made. I looked at the chaos. This is real justice. Though, it will never be the same pain I went through. Or the same pain other victims went through. I felt crazy for thinking about this, but... It felt right. It felt good to see Ian on the ground, bleeding, bruised and hurt.

I heard sirens. Someone called the cops. "The pigs!" I yelled as loud as I could.

People started to disappear when I saw the first police car. I looked at Ian for the last time. He wasn't moving. Was he unconscious or dead? However, I threw one last punch to his side before running away.

I followed Diego and Chester. "Where's Jay?!"

"He's with Susan! They already left" Diego yelled. "Don't worry!"