Dear Mr.Diary

Finn - Chap 2 (My useless dad)

Finn's POV

"One. Two. Three."

"Hey what are you doing?"

"One. Two. Three."

"Counting your robots huh?"

"One. Two. Three."

He didn't answer me. I knew he won't and this made me sick.

"Hey, cutie, I have to go to a barbecue tonight so I gotta change now. Keep counting, I'll ask how much all of them later."

He ignored me, as usual.

"Uh mum, someone invited me to a barbecue tonight, so uh, I'll be back at time."

"Okay. Enjoy yourself, Finn. You deserve that."

"Mum."

"No I'm not gonna cry this time. I'm happy. At least there's some places that you can take your time and forget everything in here."

"Mum, no, you are the most amazing mum I have ever seen in my life, and with you in my life, I think I'm th- "

"Not again. It's you who make me wanna cry. Okay, get yourself change and don't be late. I bet it's a girl who invited you." She chuckled.

I relaxed once I saw her smiling. She was a great mum and she deserved everything good in her life then she happened to marry this asshole and made him my dad. That asshole made my mum looked like a completely idiot that was fooling by him and my brother became like this and everything. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to slash his throat and I wanted him to be dead. Tears filled my eyes and mum noticed that.

"Come on. Get yourself change. Maybe you should wear the green T-shirt, you know the one you wear last week, you look great in that T-shirt. " She wiped my tears.

"Okay." I whispered.

I bathed myself and wore the green T-shirt my mum had mentioned just now. I actually looked great. And Yeah I did care impression. And somehow I wanted her to think that I'm not a person who has shit in my life. Maybe she didn't even care but I did. I'm not ashamed of my brother, neither my mum, but just my dad. Sometimes I wanted to kill myself as I knew I have the same gene with that asshole. That sicken me even more. But the fact that I have to take care of my mum and my lil brother stopped me. Maybe I shouldn't give so much fuck in my life. But I can't. They meant everything. And I wanted them to be happy and I don't care what happened to myself. I loved them.

After done with everything, I called Steve.

"Barbecue party later?" I asked. "Natalie might be happy to see you too."

"I'm in. Be there in fifteen minutes. Where?"

"You know today you got in a fight there? The house painted white over there which is the only one. Yup, there."

I glanced over my watch. Okay, it's 7:30 pm and I gotta go.

I hang up and decided to take a walk as her house wasn't far from mine.

I was turning the door knob when the front door burst open. My brother who was playing, uh counting exactly, started crying.

Then I heard my mum rushed to the dinning room. Not tonight. Please just not tonight. I closed my eyes,hoping that everything was just an imagination but it turned out clearly that I was wrong. Screaming continue.

I rushed outside and got in time before he started hitting my mum.

"Get your hands off her!" I shouted.

"Whao, you are a teenager now. Strong enough to defeat me aren't you?"

I glared at him and said nothing. What should I say anyway? Thank God for having you as my dad so I can learn how to fight others and give them a perfectly perfect punch in their nose? Huh?