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-capetownie bam part two just for you john's pov for this chapter lmao this is choppy sorry

After heading back to his work, his father slapped him harshly, cussing him out and yelling at him for not coming back to work quickly. John accepted it, he didn't mind. He knew what he did was wrong, in his father's eyes, but he still couldn't help but feel his father was being somewhat unfair.

In the end, he accepted his punishment and assured his father it wouldn't happen again. His father huffed and told him to go home for the night, this day will be deductued from your pay.

He went to the back and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and walking out the front door without a goodbye. He hated his old man, hated everything about him. Anything he would do pissed him off, everything about him made him upset.

From his black, squeaky shoes to the nametag that sat on his chest that read Henry Laurens. Henry hated every bit of John, too. John knew he was a disappointment in his father's eyes.

Eleanor Ball made his life just the slightest bit enjoyable. His mother was a kind woman who would never want to see any harm done to him, nor anyone else really. She was why when John walked home every day, he looked both ways when he crossed the street.

He passed by Alexander's home and looked into the upper window. The light was on, it was the only light on in the house. Maybe he liked to sleep with a light on, or maybe he was still working. He hoped it wasn't the latter.

He kept walking, not wanting to linger for too long. His heart was beating quickly in his chest but he ignored it's cause, which he knew was Alexander, but he didn't want to admit it.

He dragged his feet as he tied his hair up. His father hated his hair. He said a young man's hair should be kept short and tidy. John ignored that, though, and kept it long. His mother liked it, his mother liked everything about him. John wished his mother would just leave Henry and take him with her, but the pizza place was how they got by.

John reached his home, opening the door and smiling at the warm air that came out of the home, "Ma! I'm home!" He grinned as she called from the kitchen, "Johnny boy! I'm in the kitchen." She cooed. He dropped his bag by the door and walked in.

She smiled, cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to each cheek. John grinned and tried to pull his face away, "Ma, c'mon!" He whined, smiling wide. She smiled, "My sweet little boy, how was work?" She asked as she went back to the stove.

John sighed and sat at the kitchen table, holding his face in his hands, "I got in trouble. Pop was mad at me." She sighed, shaking her head, "John, you know your father.." She said.

"I know! It's not like I wanted to piss him off. I was delivering to some dude's house. He seemed nice, but he also looked like he hadn't slept in years. His bags had bags. His eyes were bloodshot, too. He passed out, bam, right onto the floor.

"I guess Pop expected me to just leave him there. I couldn't do that, though. I pulled him onto his couch and waited for him to wake up." John sighed, shaking his head. "I'm still worried about him. I went by his house and he was still awake."

"Maybe he was getting ready for bed?" She offered, though it sounded like a question. John shrugged and nodded, "I'm gonna go change out of my work clothes." He said, standing up and grabbing his bag.

He made his way to his room, closing and locking the door behind him. He felt bad. Despite what his father said, he should have stayed and helped the man. By the way he looked, John could tell the time he was passed out was the only sleep he had gotten in a while.