Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Stitches

Chad's POV

I was quite messed up, typically disturbed kid.

No rules, no boundaries.

No social dogmas appealed to me.

I lived in my own secret world with ironically terrifying hate, that shouldn't be experienced by the kid my age. But that's deep inside. My appearance, however, was rather superficial. Sad kid caught up in a fighting family, a loner, a geek.

My parents saw me slipping away more and more each day, but every time they tried to change something about it, at least anything, they failed miserably.

No one could drag me out of my darkness and more than that-i didn't have a certain need to accomplish myself with someone they all expected me to become.

I wanted some quiet and isolation.

I wanted everyone to abandon me, just let me be.

My ma didn't leave the church. She used to paint her lips in red and purple that didn't resemble none of her clothes and put on the stupid hat, as if it could hide her shame at least a little.

Dad started drinking bad.

However, it was always my ma, which used to come up with her so called behavioural methods. She used to beat me up like crazy, till she couldn't even pull up her hand anymore and then she would go back to her church, wine about everything to her imaginary god.

No God ever answered her prayers and strangely, it was my fault somehow.

I had one friend, however. He was fat and had funny round face with a pair of ridiculously small blue eyes. He wasn't the smartest, and a little retarded in fact, he didn't talk much and used to provide his pocket money unwillingly, on every lunch break.

I used to pity him. Hell, I was staring at all the shit evolving around from my locker and hate the cool kids, having strange dreams about blowing their brains out with a heavy collision of my hammer.

I didn't know how was he so fat though, like a flying curly and obsessed flamingo, he didn't even have money to get a carton of milk and crappy sandwich at school.

But he was my only friend. None of us talked a lot, I guess we were strangely compatible.

After school, usually, we would lazily go home and search for dead animals on the roadside.

Some skunks were always there and we used to poke them with branches for an hour or so. And then we would go home.

I never wanted to go home, where the rules used to apply, which I would break once in a while, if I didn't want to do what's told or find myself in a cage.

After one of these days, I remember, I came home and felt some odd and unfriendly atmosphere. So I headed towards my room, where everything was in complete order.

I put the dead skunk in a box and hid it.

My dad came then. Adam Haynes. The only good thing that I remember during my all childhood.

"Listen, buddy,"-he trails, I can recall this conversation as if it happened an hour ago. "I know it's been a difficult year for all of us, but try to understand. This has nothing to do with you, ok?"-he pats my head and I continue playing with my rails. "Whatever is happening between your mom and me, is..temporary. We both love you the same."

"I don't like when you two are fighting, dad."

"I know. But things will get better, just don't talk back to her again, ok? We always have to respect woman."