Learning to punch

Chapter ~ 15

Reality Check || Callum Halls

There are two people who should never meet under any circumstance, now more then ever. I had hoped that these two people wouldn't meet cause I'd rather not choose sides when the inevitable fight that would break out between them.

My homophobic, short tempered, football crazed father and Jaxon Coles, homosexual fighting champion that pulled the my football team through hot coals.

Unfortunately for me, my father was on one of his raging rampages of fury. My future in football is becoming questionable, since my school has less then half a team, we won't be going to finals meaning my father can't bribe and gloat with the varsity talent scouts.

To be honest I couldn't care less, as much as I enjoy kicking a ball around and feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins on the field. I have no desire to play football all my life or in college for the matter. I don't mind studying business cause I'd like to own my own business, just nothing to do with football. Not that he'd understand with out disowning me.

"I'm not letting you in." I stated stubbornly my arms crossed standing by the entrance of the gym. Like hell Im letting my father make a scene inside of Jaxon's gym. I've caused enough damage, I don't need my father going on rampage too. 

It wasn't my choice to have him here, he was waiting for me when I arrived for my hours. I only have a few weeks to go, not that I will tell my father that, I quiet like working here.

"Callum move. Before I make you dam well sleep out side" he threatened. I knew he was going to have a grown man tantrum if I keep this up. I rolled my eyes at the usual threat, which once upon a time would scare me, now I just walk or drive to a friends house and crash there. 

"He is ruining your future Callum! cleaning up his mess isn't going to get you in to college! Let alone varsity. This is your dream-" I cut into his argument.

"No. That is your dream! You pushed me into football! It always has been! I never got a say with what I want to do cause it's your way or nothing! Unless it's football related you wont even fucking listen to me!" I yelled, somewhere deep inside my mind, a bubble of frustration and anger exploded somewhere in my head and the only place it could go was out my mouth.

My father's hands balled into fists, if it was possible there would be steam coming from his ears. Face red with rage, a few veins becoming visible on his neck. I've never questioned or went against my father's word. My father's approval meant everything to me, but nothing I did was ever good enough, there was always something I did wrong. I guess something snapped in my head and at the moment I couldn't care what he thinks of me.

I was expecting a punch to the face by the pure rage in my father's eyes but it never came instead I was pulled harshly behind him. Startled by the unexpected response my feet tripped over  themselves, while my father yelled profanity at Im guessing Jaxon.

I groaned picking my self up from the ground, Jaxon wasn't doing anything just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and an emotionless mask over his face, which probably meant he was pissed.

I nudged my way between them, pushing my enraged father backwards, hoping to put some distance between the two men. Then maybe this won't turn into a fist fight. "Father, Stop. If you want to be angry and yell, here I am! Yell at me. Jaxon and his family have nothing to do with it." I grumbled out, humouring my self as I dug my feet into the ground and dropped my weight before giving my father a shove backwards. Listening in to all Xavier's lessons did pay off after all.