Skaters (A Calum Hood Fanfic)

Fighting Back

         Will leaned on the wall and pointed a finger at me.  "And where have you been?" he asked.  His voice was slurred and his clothes were wrinkled.  

        "Are you drunk again?" I asked, already knowing the answer.  He scowled.  

        "I don't have to answer you, you answer to me.  Where have you been?" he said louder, I scoffed lightly.  

        "I’ve been out," I said flatly.  He stumbled closer to me.  

        "Did you get my anything to drink?" he slurred.  I stepped back.  

        "Okay, back off, you didn't tell me to get anything.  Plus, the fake idea you gave me is crap," I yelled.  Will shook his head.  

        "You're useless, just like your mother."  he muttered.  I paused.  

        "What did you say?" I asked.  He turned and smiled a drunken grin.  

        "You're just as useless as your drug addicted mother," he growled.  "But at least she could taken my other needs,"   he chuckled.  My fists clenched and my anger started rising.  

        "Shut up," I said threw clenched teeth.  "Don't even talk about my mom," I yelled louder.  He leaned in closer, his alcoholic breath brushing across my skin.  

        "You don't like it?  Well there's nothing you can do about it," he smirked.  I felt the blood boil under my skin and I couldn't hold myself back anymore.  I grabbed the collar of his shirt and shoved him back forcefully.  Will stumbled clumsily but quickly gained balance.  He chuckled ruefully.  "Well, I guess the whore really can fight back," he said, a dangerous glare in his eyes.  Just then, two young women came out of the kitchen and walked over to Will.  They wore extremely short dresses and reeked of alcohol.  

        "Who's that?" one of the girls said, giving me a dirty look.  Will put his arm around her shoulders.  

        "Don't worry about it," he purred into her ear.  I rolled my eyes.  

        "Well, well, I guess we all know who the whore is now.  The sluts speak for themselves," I spat.  Will turned to me with enflamed anger in his eyes.  

        "What did you call me?" he demanded.  I nodded my head.

        "You heard me," I said bravely.  He took his hands off the girls and stared at me.  Suddenly I felt a fist to the side of my face and fell to the ground.  The girls screamed loudly as I tried to gather myself up.  Will was breathing heavily and looked back at the girls.  

        "Go to the kitchen," he ordered them.  They quickly scurried into the other room.  I got up and groaned, clutching the side of my face.  He bent down so we were face to face.  "You live under my roof.  You're mine.  If you disrespect me again, you will end up in the biggest shit of your life.  And we all know what you've done," he whispered.  I glared up at him and turned my head, feeling the hot tears fall from my eyes.  "Good," he said.  He got up to his full height.  I looked up at him with a burning rage.  It didn't faze him, instead brought amusement to his eyes.  "Now get out of here," he said and walked back into the kitchen.  I sniffed and got back onto my feet.  I walked up the stairs and into my room.  I opened the door and closed it with my weight.  I stood there staring into my small room, going over what happened.  All of my anger towards Will, my mom, and my life spilled out and I went crazy.  I screamed at the top of my lungs and flung anything within my reach across the room, starting with my skateboard.  My skateboard flew across the room, hitting the mirror at the corner of the bed and the glass shattered on the floor.  I paused, breathing heavily, my eyes streaming with tears.  I slowly walked over to my mirror and sat on the floor.  I looked onto the broken glass and saw my face for the first time.  My hair was messy and sweaty, cheeks were stained with tears, and a dark bruise was already forming on the side of my face.  I picked up a big piece of mirror and stared into it in disgust.

         "You are a failure, why are you even alive?" I thought to myself.  "You always get yourself into trouble, what's the matter with you?"  I flipped the glass in my hand and slowly placed it onto my forearm.  I took a deep breath.  "What am I doing?" I whispered and threw the glass back onto the ground.  I fell onto my bed and looked at my arm again.  My forearm had a few thin lines across the side of it.  Scars.  Each one was for the darkest times of my life.  I ran my finger across one of them.  "I miss you mom," I said to myself.  I let a few tears escape and covered up my face.  I laid there for a few minutes before jolting up quickly.  Someone was trying to open the window.  I grabbed my skateboard from the glass pile and held it securely, ready to defend myself.