Nate's POV \ 24th May 2007
My eyes shoot wide open in shock as I lay in my bed. I grunt in annoyance while stretching my arm to my bedside table and slam it until the noise stops. I throw off my covers and sit up with my dark chocolate hair tatted and messed up into a bird's nest. I ruffle it until it appears reasonable and put on my uniform. I still have one and a half years of school left until I am a free eagle, allowed to do what I want and get free of this hell hole. I rummage through my damp and plain room for my school hoodie. Under my cheap bed to the cupboard with a broken door to all around the floor, covered in clothes and mess, until I find it hanging of the curtain railing where my curtains should be. I should have gotten new ones years ago but I guess none of us had the money then and now we all have just forgotten. Well, by everyone, I mean me, my mother and my sister. My father never gives a monkeys about any of us. I pull my ugly lemon yellow jumper over my head and attempt to smooth the jumper down. I take a deep breath and walk down our narrow stairs to the kitchen.
"I swear I have no idea where it is!" while making some toast for my sister and me, I overhear my 13 year old sister talking.
"Yes you do its written all over that blemished face of yours!" my father's screaming is enough to deafen one's years, you can hear him throughout the whole neighborhood. He makes me tick, especially when he deliberately tries to hurt my sister. "Just tell me where you goddamn put it!"
"Why won't you listen to me? I said I don't have any idea where you tie is! I didn't take it I promise - "wow. All this fighting over a tie.
Next thing I hear is screaming and that's when I knew it. It was getting far too out of hand and with my mother away, I had to intervene. My first instinct was to run into the living room and my toast dropped on the floor, along with the plate, now shattered into a million pieces. The next scene I saw made me explode. I run at full force towards the pair and attempt to pry my father's huge hands away from VI's head. I didn't care if I broke a finger, it would get him off her. I push with all my force and he stumbles backwards. I push my sister Vi away and tell her to get out of the house. She does so and runs for her dear, little life as I get a right old punch to the stomach and stumble backwards, unable to breath. My head meets with his fist which will definitely leave a bruise. He shouts something like not interfering and some curse words but I didn't pay attention. Next thing I hear is the front door slamming. He left. I sit on the floor, getting my breathing back to normal. I hate my father. And to be honest, none of us understand why he is like this. And none of us want to find out. He terrifies all of us. I just don't let it get to me, therefore, it doesn't show. I like to think I am responsible for my mother's and sister's happiness and I should protect them no matter what.
"Nate?" I soft voice questions,
"Don't worry Vi," I reassure her, "just daily routine..." she smiles slightly. It's true. I get up, wincing a bit at the pain. "Let's go to school. Should we get ice-cream along the way?" she nods excitedly, a wide smile across her face. I smile at her as we walk out to the ice-cream parlor a few blocks away.
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Forever Young
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