compare scars

twenty two

Kyle climbed out of bed, the feeling of his feet on the cold floor waking him up. It had been a week since he left, and life seemed to be living hell.

He absolutely hated himself for leaving Dan in his time of need. In fact what he did was inexcusable.

"Kyle come here." His mothers loud voice rung through the house, disturbing the early morning peace.

"What are we gonna do?" She asked him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"I'll go talk to him." He sighed, walking to his parents room. With a heavy sigh he opened the door to his father sitting on the bed, staring into space.

"Don't you have to be getting ready for school, Or are you skipping like always?" He asked Kyle, looking at him strictly.

"Dad I graduated college five years ago." He answered, looking at him with pity. Ever since Kyle had gone away for college his dad had been diagnosed with dementia. But it had gotten very severe only recently. That's why he had moved back home, to help his mother.

"First it's sir, and second i don't appreciate you lying to me. You know what happens when you lie." He raised his eyebrow.

Despite the threat all Kyle could feel was pity towards the man. He still believed he was fifty and home from being deployed.

"Sorry sir, I'll go get ready."

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"Where the fuck is Kyle?" Jim demanded, throwing his bags on the ground if the kitchen. He had only been back for a few hours and had already found another reason to punish Kyle.

He then stormed into his son's room where he was flipping a record.

"Dad!" He yelled running up to the angry man to hug him. The two hadn't seen each other in almost six months.

Instead of embracing the teenager her greeted him with a slap on the cheek.

"You're failing algebra?" He shouted looking at his son in disgust. He didn't even expect A's anymore. But failing, that was unacceptable.

"It's only a 68, I can bring..." he was interrupted with a harder slap to the face that sent him flying to the ground.

"It'll be at least a B you understand?"

"Yes sir." He said, holding onto his throbbing cheek.

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It had been a week since Dan's breakdown and now he was truly numb.

On the third day he had apologized to his class for acting as in his words a "fucked up cunt." They had all laughed a little once he said that, and within a couple days class was back to how it had been.

The first couple days it was a wonder he didn't get alcohol poisoning. But he slowly cut it back a bit. The next Saturday he was planning on attending an AA meeting, and trying to quit it all together. He knew that if he kept drinking at the rate he had been he would die before thirty.

"What's caused all this Dan?" His therapist asked him, examining the fresh marks on his ankle and fingers. She was one of the few people who knew the secret spots.

"He did. He came into my life and got all tangled up in it. And then he left, and now I have nothing left." He said, his voice Low. He felt so stupid. Like a heartbroken teenager.

"What happened?" She asked. The last time the two had talked Dan couldn't shut up about how great everything was going.

"I got wasted and tried telling him to go away. I didn't want him to see me in that state. And then he got really mad and left." She looked at him waiting for him to say more.

"I'm so sorry Dan. I know how upsetting it must be, but I think it would be best to try and move on. Find someone else, even if they're not the one. It's not your fault, so don't pull a Dan and blame it on you. It's him."

He shook his head even though he wasn't taking it in.

How could he move on from the best thing that had ever happened to him?

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Sorry for updating so much I've been in a car ride for like sixteen hours so I've had lots of time to write.

Idk if any of u ever experience this, but the self hate been at a minimum lately and it's a real nice feeling.