I got home at about midnight , I missed my curfew so I was forced to go climb up to the window so my step dad wouldn't hear. I quietly climbed up the piped that reached my tiny window and jumped into my room.
I hoped my step dad didn't hear that loud thump. Oh boy. He surely did.
"SEBASTIAN!!!!!!" I heard an angry man scream.
Oh god. Oh god.
Every Friday night my dad likes to have a
party which involves him getting drunk. Him and a beer bottle are like best friends. You will always see him with a bottle clinched tightly in his hand. I heard the steps of a drunk man climb the stairs , I wish I was dead. Being dead would be a lot better than what would happen next.
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"Boy, what did I say about you missing your curfew?" He said like he wanted me to answer but I knew better than to reply.
My heart was thumping so fast. I wish I was dead. I wish I was dead.
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"Oh my god...." Frank whispered silently.
"Who did this to you..?"
"Guess who..." I chuckled with a nervous laugh.
"Your Dad. I'm gonna kill that bastard. I'm gonna fucking kill him Sebastian."
Every Monday morning was always the same. Frank getting mad at my dad for being an asshole. I don't know why he was always surprised but I loved it when he got over protected of me, it made me feel of sense of warmth.
"Frank... you can't. You know you can't. His the only person I have to live with until I turn 18."
Everybody in my family are a bunch of assholes but believe it or not my dad is a lot better than all of them, my dad is the only stable person I can actually live with and if I loose him, I go straight to the adoption center because I'm not legally allowed to live in a house by myself. If I could there's no way in hell I would be with my dad right now.
"I know..." Frank said in disappointment. I know Franks intentions were good and he just wanted to help but he couldn't do anything to help me besides be there for me when I needed him the most and he almost always is.
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I'm in fourth period right now and all I can really think about is frank. I don't even know why frank is in my god damn mind. Like really?
"Sebastian! What's the answer to the Fourth problem" Mr.Matthew asked me.
The problem was
4.) 6/2(1+2)
"Frank...?" I said quietly.
"Frank?!" Mr.Matthew said concerned.
Oh shit. Did I just say frank?! Yup I just said Frank.
"Oh huh nothing sorry, I don't know the answer." I said as fast as my words would come out of my mouth. Hell if I know the answer. Algebra never been my thing anyways.
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Okey,
That is chapter 1. I know it's not grand or anything but hey, I tried. Who else ships this? I know I do, well ofc I do I'm the one writing it. Anyways, I'm out.
***Disclaimer***
these aren't real people. Just people from my head
