For once he did the right thing

Part 1

He loved Fridays. All week he lived for it, waited for it impatiently. On Mondays his thoughts would be: - "Just 4 More days to go! I can make it.", On Tuesdays it would be "Just 3 more days left", On Wednesdays it would be "2 More days, I can make it!!!", And then finally Friday would come. "Best day of the week!!! Best day of the Mothu _fuging week" he would say to himself.

He didn't like high school. Didn't necessarily hate it, he was just uncomfortable in there. The classes, routines, sports, assignments, outdated textbooks, Teachers− if you could call 'em that− just didn't do it for him. He would much rather be at home, in his own room, listening to something of his mood on YouTube with a book in front of him.

That day When he came home from school, everything was as it should have been. No broken glass, no shattered windows, no broken table or anything. Everything was as it should have been. All Except for the unexpected guest they had.

It all started with that guest. That day and things that'll follow. Of course his Dad had always been the person he saw him as that day. There had been fights, yelling, accusations before. He did suspect "Domestic violence" before he was born. He did suspect affairs. He had seen him drunk a dozen times. But There had never been anything like what he would say later that day.

His mom opened the door for him. "Hi mom" he said. "Hi son, Your aunt's here. Come on in and say hello to her." she said. "I'll be there in a minute, let me change" he said.

He loved his mom. she was literally the only person in the world he actually cared about. Sure, there were his brothers and sister in laws− They all count as "Family". He would do anything for them. But not because he actually liked them, or if he felt any affection towards them. He would do it because they were his brothers!

He didn't like guests. Still, he went to the other room, he did greet his aunt. Asked about his cousins, about her health, his uncle− and the overall chit chat your' supposed to do with your aunt.

He was a high school kid. He was suppose to study 6-8 hours a day for all his classes− at least that's what he was told. But that wasn't really necessary. The public school he was a student in, had a really good reputation. But lacked the necessary standards. His GPAs were from acceptable to good.

He usually watched an episode of Breaking Bad when he was having lunch− maybe a movie on weekends. He had watched that show twice now. Breaking bad was his all-time favorite show.

Everything was in an exact accordance to his daily routine. Having his lunch while enjoying a show, boiling a pot of tea for himself, picking up his text books after that and Studying for an hour or two.

All was in order, everything was fine. Until he heard angry shouts and yelling.