Family

Connor Kenway I

"Are ya tryin'a start a fight boy?" an older man raised an eyebrow at me.  "Maybe I am." I growled as I gripped my handmade tomahawk in my hand. the inn had become silent and the older man was joined by a man who looked similar to him but younger, the Cobleighs. "Don' get too cocky ya lil rat. Just go home to murderin' bastard father before I fill ya full of ya own teeth." Tom Cobleigh clenched his jaw a bit. It stuck a nerve in me, a big one because. I lunged full force at him with my fists, forgetting that I even wanted to use the stone weapon. "do not ever talk about my father like that!" I yelled punching him in the face as I hooked my legs around his chest. It obviously had no effect on him because he didn't even flinch.  Instead, he threw me to the ground and stomped a foot on my chest to keep me down. aghk! He slid out a small knife from his leather belt and came face to face with me,  leaning on his knee to add more pressure. "I guess ya'll  never live up to ya name kid." he chuckled and punched me in the face.  I gritted my teeth and poked two fingers into his eyes. "God damn it! ya lil bastard! " he stumbled back and I ran across the inn, trying to get to the back exit, but I had run into someone, my path was blocked by a tall man. "Edward...?" I gazed up at him. "Come on lad, let make a run for it." he smiled at me and I smiled back before we began to run. We had eventually lost them and Edward was walking me back home. "You get into a lot of fights for someone only fifteen years of age." his eyes looked over to me. "He was asking for it." I balled my fists.  "I'm not mad, I got into fights when I was your age all the time, Oh the drunken stories I would tell everyone." he chuckled mussing my shoulder length black hair. "That's because you are a pirate. and you get to go on adventures while I stuck in this shit town Boston!" I yelled. "What would your mother say earin' you spit like that?" he raised an eyebrow. "Sorry." I mumbled. He sighed and we continued to walk. "What if I could run away with you? I could be an extra pair of hands on the Jackdaw! and you and me could live in Nassau!" I smiled hopefully at him. " No doubt your father will go out and get you, and your mother will miss you terribly." "They're the only ones that would, everyone else wants me dead." I shot back. He closed his mouth and opened it to try and say something but he didn't.  He simply closed his mouth and continued to walk. We reached the house and my mother had come to the door. 'Connor not again.' she said in our native tongue as she knelt down to look at my swollen and bruised cheek. I sighed and apologised. My grandfather only looked at me with an unreadable stare as my mother took me inside to clean me up.