Idris

0.2

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Although Idris loathed his step father, he had no choice but try to remain civil for his mothers sake. This morning though he woke up anxious and angry. He wasn't in the mood for anyone's bullshit.

Particularly Greg's bullshit.

Trying to remain calm, Idris shoved another mouthful of cereal in his mouth, half listening to Greg talk on and on about how much money he made last year.

Idris didn't care in the slightest. He understood that money made things easier, gave people more opportunities but money changed people.

"Listen here son, you're a fucking failure. Your mother said she caught you smoking last night?" Greg clicked his tongue,"You're a worthless thing, spending my money on trash, you deserve nothing," he continued, "Boys like you will be dead soon, wasting their life away." He slurped on his coffee extra loudly.

Fucking asshole.

Idris clenched his jaw, glaring at the bald man, "Call me son one more time." he warned, balling his fist.

Greg gulped, pushing his round shoulders back, "Son calm down, you're going to upset your mother."

Idris swiped his hand across the counter causing his bowl to fall to the floor shattering it.

"Look at you!" Greg spat, "I will no longer tolerate you in my household. I've tried-"

"Tried?" Idris laughed dryly, "Oh you're a comedian now? Since your business went to shit and you might be bankrupt in the next month?"

Greg pales, "Shut it kid! You should be in jail where you belong, "he snapped "You don't think I know about you? We all fucking know what happened, now get the fuck out!" Pointing his stubby finger in the direction of the front door.

Idris slowly rised from his chair, "What the fuck did you say?" he seethed, his hand itching to clock the son of a bitch.

"GET OUT!" Greg barked, taking a step back.

Coward.

Fucking coward.

"My fucking pleasure," he replied, turning his back to him and jogging out of the kitchen towards his room. He quickly grabbed the stuff he packed last night, walking straight back out.

Either way he was going to leave but this just made things a whole lot easier.

Shrugging on his black duffle bag, Idris ran down the stairs in rage, adrenaline pumped through his veins forcing his heart to beat rapidly against his ribcage. He was sick of this town and he was utterly sick of everyone and everything in it.

Before he could reach the front door his mother blocked the entry looking up at him in disappointment. Her thin arms wrapped around her body protectively.

"Idris where are you going? Greg just told me you were getting violent" she frowned.

"Believe what you want, I'm leaving," he side stepped her and reached for the door handle. Larissa quickly laid a hand on his forearm, "Don't ruin this for me Idris."

"You married that man without asking me how I felt about it, you left me behind. You knew I was drowning, I tried to ask for help so many times but you ignored me, that man changed you, he made you into every other mother in this town," Idris murmured looking down at her, the person he once admired, he once loved, "A mother who cares more about how she looks than her own fucking child," he finished before ripping the door open and storming out without another glance back.

He knew no one would try and come looking for him, he had no friends and even his so called family didn't care.

He was alone.

All he had was himself and a part of him cried on the inside. He was only eighteen with no hope in his heart and no life in his eyes.

This town had killed him, the people had killed him and now he was left drowning in his own bitterness and anger.

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Authors note: Sorry guys, I know this is a short chapter but bare with me. It gets better....maybe? 😂😂