Different path * H20Vanoss * ( on hold )

Chapter 4

I never stay in the house anymore cause I am scared my Mother would beat me up like the other countless times she has before. But my Father is ... Different.

He gave me a hockey mask and told me to " Keep it on , you will need it in the future..."

I didn't quite understand him but I did as I was told cause he was the first person to talk to me after a year. After what Evan did to me.

I am definitely not gonna go into detail on what HE did to me. But it happened last year which is my senior year and let's say, I don't think I will be getting friends or a job anytime soon.

I am known to be holding grudges against the smallest things but this is definitely not small!! If I ever see him again , he won't be seeing the gates of heaven ever!

I am thankfully that my Father has talked to me and gave me a something but the way he dresses and acts just puts me off edge. My Father wears plain , stained clothing and he always has his fringe cover his eyes. Whenever he leaves the house I always catch him putting something on his face. It's a mask , like the one he gave me.

Whatever he is doing out there I feel like he wants me to do the same. Whenever I think of my Father my mind just thinks off all the possible, horrible things he could be doing right now. But my mind mostly goes to the idea of brutal murder.

One night my Father woke me up with his mask on. He threw clothing at me and spoke to me in a quite but intimidating voice.

" My Boy go get change, we are gonna get our hands dirty"

I was to tired to even deny but since he was the first person to actually speak to me other then my Mother yelling at me. I did as I was told.

I got change at the clothing My Father threw me , a worn out grey shirt along with worn out black jeans. My Father tossed the mask he gave me and told me to follow him.
I placed the mask over my face and followed my Father but not to close.

He walked into the shady parts of the city which had barely any cars or life to be seen expect dead animals over the road and footpaths. My Father stopped in front of a certain building which had one window that had light coming through it.

My Father turned slightly towards me as he grabbed something from within his stains jacket.

" Jonathan it's about time you learnt my tradition "

My Father held a butcher knife and gestured me to take it, of course I took. I knew what was going on but something inside me knew I needed this.

I walked in the building with my Father close behind. I began to clench the butcher Knife as I walked into the first room within the building. And I beat you can guess what happened next so there is no need for any further words to be spoken. Let's just say this is something I am scarred but glad I did it.