Crazy • h.s.

we all have dark sides

I put on my blazer before hurrying down the stairs and rushing to the door. I was going to meet a few of my friends for a few smokes and drinks to get my mind on something else. I needed to get out of this house, the sooner the better. That is one of the reasons I couldn't wait to leave for university and then I'll be gone from him, my bastard of a father.

Ever since my mum died when I was just fourteen, he had blamed it on me that I was the reason she died. That is when he began to abuse me and treat me like shit. After two years, that is when I began to resort to drinking and smoking, when I was sixteen. It took my mind off everything for a good while.

Right as soon as I took hold the rusty brass door knob, I am immediately forced backwards by the one person I was trying so hard to avoid. My father stood there, eyes wide and dilated; I knew he was drunk since I could smell the hard liquor on his breath.

"Where you goin', boy?!" he questions me harshly as I try to pull my arm away from his tight grip.

"Out," I tell him quickly as I pull my arm from his death grip and head for the door, keys to my car tight in my grip.

"Out? Where exactly, Harry? I thought your mother and I taught you better than to sneak out of the house," he snickers as he looks at me before bringing his bottle of jack up to his lips and taking a long swig.

"Does it really matter, dad? I want to get the hell out of here, away from you bastard!" I reply in a demanding tone.

"Don't you talk to me like that boy!" he snarls at me and next thing I know, I am on the floor from him hitting me with harsh force.

I spring up and open my eyes as I stare around the room, my heart pounding hard against my ribcage like it was about to burst from my chest. I run one of my hands through my messy curls as I realize I was in my room in the house I lived in along with Braden and Nick. I let out a sigh of relief when I realized it was only a dream, nightmare rather. The sun shone brightly in the windows even through the dark curtains I had over the windows. I let out an exasperated groan out of my parted lips as I bury my head in my pillow and pull the duvet over my eyes to block out the protruding light.

Fuck, I mumble to myself as I rise up from my bed and pad over to the window so I could shut the blinds. After I pull my dark curtains to cover the blinding light, I trudge back over to my bed and collapse, closing my eyes hoping to fall back asleep.

I reach over and grab my phone to check the time to see it was 8:45 AM. That is when I realize I was going to be late for my history lecture. Shit, I'm going to be late... I get up and begin to rush around my room and grab a shirt off my floor and pull it on along with some jeans and pull them up and zip them up before I rush out of my room so I could find some breakfast. I was quite surprised to see Nick sitting at the table eating some breakfast and drinking tea.

"Nick, what the hell are you doing man? Don't we have class today?" I question the boy with brown hair and round glasses that made him look like Harry Potter.

"It's Sunday, mate. Go back to sleep, you need it," he says with a chuckle as he reaches forward and pushes my chest which results with me taking two steps back.

"Really? Shit, well I'm going back to bed...see you later, mate," I mutter and run one of my hands through my messy curls as I make my way back toward the stairs.

After I head up the stairs and go into my room, I slam the door behind me and pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. I was still tired from being out late last night. As I shut my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep once more, images of Sidney invaded my every thought. I couldn't help but wonder when I would see her again. I was still determined to have her as my own; I wanted nothing less than that.