Heathens

Chapter 4

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Utter boredom is rearing it's ugly little head.

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Oh, and BTW, there are some mentionings of substance abuse in this chapter.

*Avi POV*

"Avi!"

I looked up from my food, noticing that both my parents were looking at me.

"Yeah?" I asked casually.

"Your mother asked if everything is okay at school," Dad said, and I looked back down.

We all knew what my answer was going to be, and we all knew why.

I had a bit of an issue with my temper.
I couldn't help it; I got upset a lot, and when I did, I tended to lash out at whoever was near me.

As a result, I got suspended a lot, and I've been in detention since the start of this school year. (Long story involving a teacher and a math book.)

I sighed as I kept eating, wondering if I'd be able to talk to Chase again tonight; I was running low on some things.

Chase is an acquaintance of mine. He and I met in junior high, and we struck up a conversation.

He was also my go-to guy for drugs.
Yes, I use drugs, but you can't blame me too much; it helps with my temper.

Needless to say, neither of my parents have ever met Chase.

I looked up again when my mom said, "Avi, this can't go on. You can't keep up this violent behavior."

"Mom, I told you, I can't help it," I said, but I knew that she wouldn't believe me.

"Your father and I have talked to your counselor," she continued, as if I hadn't spoken, "and we feel that you should get some professional help."

I felt my mood shift at those words, and I got mad.

"You're sending me to a nuthouse?!?" I yelled, rising up from the table.

"Don't yell at your mother," Dad said, "and sit back down."

I'm not entirely sure what happened next, but afterwards, I was bending over some pieces of broken wood.

I looked up to see my parents against the wall, staring at me in horror.

Then I looked back down at the wood, and I realized that it was the dining room table.

I looked up at my parents again, feeling terrified, and I said something that was incredibly difficult. Something I hadn't said since I was a kid.
Something that had my dad rushing to the telephone:

"Dad, I'm sorry."

A/N: Yah...

Okay, that probably made no sense, but whatevs. I tell the story how I feel it needs to be told.

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