Hard Knocks (Cashby & Kellic)

Chapter 1

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TRIGGER WARNING THIS IS THE ONLY ONE YOURE GONNA FUCKING GET SO IF YOU CANT HANDLE IT THEN DONT READ IT! 

Vic's POV

I crossed my arms and slumped down in my seat. I didn't want this little asshole to live with me. Not now, not ever. He was never going to be my brother.

"Vic, is your room clean?" My mom asked coming into the room.

"No."

"Clean it up, he'll be here in a few hours. I don't care if you don't wanna or have some excuse, just clean it."

"No."

"Please?"

"No. It's my room, if he can't handle the mess he can suck my dick."

"Victor! Don't talk like that."

I rolled my eyes and ignored her. I was pissed, no, pissed wasn't a good word to describe how I was feeling. It was like they were trying to erase everything and I wasn't ready for that. They shouldn't have been ready for that. I couldn't just erase what happened, it was impossible. All I could do was move past from this and stay away from them. I had to stay away before something like that happened again. I stood up from my seat and walked out of my room and glanced at my mother as I walked past her.

"I'm going out," I muttered.

"Where are you going?"

"I just said I'm going out," I snapped.

"You're not going anywhere with that attitude young man."

I ignored my mother and walked out of the house. They day she and my dad decided to adopt a sixteen year old son was the day I stopped caring about what they thought. Fuck them and their stupid decisions. How could they be so blind?

I just wanted to avoid when he got there and I wanted to avoid him altogether. I didn't know what I was going to do, really, considering that after what happened, I cut off all of my friends. They weren't the friends I needed to be hanging around with, no matter how much they wanted me to hang out with them again. I just wanted to be a normal teenager and do normal, average teenager things.

My only problem was that I didn't know how to be just an average teenager. I never really got that chance to be. Not with all the things I had to deal with. I shoved my hands in my pockets and started walking down the street, keeping my eye on my surroundings. I couldn't be a normal kid, not with the things I had to watch out for. I wrapped my hand around the switchblade in my pocket, even if I had nothing to do with any of them anymore, I still had to keep an eye on things.

Even if I wasn't friends with them, I could still keep an eye out, make sure things were how they were meant to be. And to make sure nothing happened to me. I stiffened as I heard a sniff and looked around, trying to find where the crying was coming from.

"Hello?" I called out. No one said anything. I let out a sigh and followed the crying, mildly concerned about who would be out in the middle of the day crying like that. When I found the person who was crying I took a spot beside them, "Are you okay?"

The kid looked up at me. "I'm fine, d-don't worry," he said, wiping at his face with a sleeve.

"Did someone hurt you?"

He shook his head. "No. No one hurt me," he said with a laugh. "It's uh, it's hard to explain."

"Oh, well what happened?"

"I had to lose a couple of really good friends this summer," He told me softly. "It just kinda sucks."

"I'm sorry. Well maybe you can make some new ones."