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The Rouges Recaps: Gabe Evans

"Gabe!" My dad's been shouting my name, looking for me for almost an hour now. I'm quietly sitting on the roof. Not to hide, to be found later.

No.

I'm leaving for good. I absolutely hate it here. I'm so close to freedom. I hear beer bottles clank on the counters in the kitchen. Drunk bastard is just forever clueless, isn't he?

I slide to the edge and prop myself up to sit on my feet. This is my life now. I'm running away.

I readjust my backpack strap and flip myself over the gutters, sticking the 4-foot drop to the ground. I hear the scream of the rusty screen door hinges as my drunk my father stumbles out into the afternoon sunlight. "Where du ya thunk yer goin'?" He hiccuped. My father ladies and gentlemen. A drunk. A terrible father. "Don't worry about it." I order, turning to head down the sidewalk. "Yer mum wood hate tha fact yer leavin'. I couldn't give a shit." He smiled. I glared at him.

"Well, you've got your lifelong wish: I'm gone." I gripped my backpack strap and walked away, without an urge to look back. I hate my dad. He never takes responsibility for anything. He parties as if he were a college freshman and when he gets arrested, I have to bail him out. Not because I feel bad and I should take care of him since he obviously can't take care of himself.

No. I do it because I know that's what my mom would've wanted me to do.

Ever since my parents had been together, my mom's tried her very best to repay my dad for all he's done for her. But no one knew that would be the thing to kill her. She jumped in front of him to protect him from a bullet. The man that pulled the trigger was more drunk than my already hammered father. I saw it all with my own eyes. The next morning, he blamed me for why she died because I just watched and I didn't do anything. I blame myself for it everyday.

My dad hates me and constantly reminds me. There'd be days when he's get so drunk, he'd beat me up. There'd be no point in fighting back. My dad is Hercules so you can already guess his beatings are draining. The reason I'm not dead is because I have super strength. To me, that makes me similar to my father. I don't want to be my father. I'm already nothing to him.

I was sitting at the bus stop when I realized I'd been swallowed by my thoughts. Fading back to reality, I noticed a scrawny guy walking up. I didn't really pay much attention to him. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I stripped the back off and pulled the battery out. I held the pieces in my hands and stared at them. I can destroy these and start over. Start a newer, better life. I placed them on the ground and lifted my foot. "I wouldn't do that, Gabe." The scrawny guy warned.

I gave him a funny look. "What does it matter to you?" I shot back, annoyed. I picked up my phone pieces and looked back at him. "How do you know my name anyway?" I questioned. "I know everything about you." He smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Okay, if this is some sick joke, you can cut it out." I blurted, placing my hand on my knee. "This isn't a joke." He smirked. I picked up my backpack, swing it around my shoulder, and purposely bump into him as I walk away.

"I know you have super strength." he blurted. I stopped in my tracks and sucked in a huge gulp of cold air. "What did you just say?" I said over my left shoulder. I heard his footsteps as he inched closer. "I said, I know you have super strength." He repeated. I turned around and hovered over him. "What? What do you want from me? Because all I've got is shit you don't want." I pointed out, getting more annoyed by the minute.

"But I do want something." He reassured himself, smirking at me. "Well, you're not getting anything from me." I said, walking away.

"I can bring your Mom back."

I turned around and looked at him again. "What makes you think that lying to me will make me give you anything? You're just some creep. Leave me alone. You're not getting anything from me. Empty promises and all." I said with more annoyance in my tone.

"You know what? Fine. Don't believe me. But when you smart up, head to the Royal Castle Bar and Grill at eight." He said, shoving his hands back into his pockets and walking away.

I look at the ground. A new chapter can start with one step of chance. "What's your name?" I called out.

"Virus."