*JAMES' POV*
I sat heavily on my couch, clutching a bottle in my right hand. I took a long swig, feeling my head start to spin. A few minutes passed until I'd drained the bottle. I heard rumbling outside that sounded a lot like Eli's car. I opened my blinds and caught a glimpse of a Hellcat zooming down the street. Not my son's, though. His was bright red. I sat back on the couch, thinking about things that had happened over the course of the past few months. Most importantly, Amelia threatened to call the police, so I had to hit her to keep her scared and in line. The only reason I needed her scared was because if I went to prison, I'd lose custody of Eli and probably any right to see him. I winced at the thought, thinking back to how this all started. Amelia and I were happy, a perfect, loving couple with a beautiful son. The conflict began when we were out at date night. I don't even know how, but after one drink I was out of it. The last thing I remember was hitting Amelia and passing out. I started drinking after a while because she kept reminding me of it. The alchohol made me angrier and Amelia provoking me didn't help. Eventually, she made me hit Eli instead, threatening to hurt him if I didn't. She fed him lies about me, lies he began believing because all he saw was daddy hitting mommy. Never mommy forcing daddy to hit her so she could be the good guy and I would be the bad guy. She wanted to keep my son away from me so he never learned the truth. And now she's basically gotten her wish. I freaked out because she told me she was pregnant with another man's baby. I should know; we hadn't done anything in over a year. I hit her daily because she threatened me and forced me to. I drink to dull the pain of having to hit my high school sweetheart and my beloved son. I heard another Hellcat and checked, but it wasn't his. How desperate was I, that I sat by the window and listened for a chance to see my son's car? I sighed and drained the beer bottle in my hand, then got up to get another one.
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When Worlds Collide
Teen FictionThe bad boy of the school, Eli Bradbury, has always been seen as a player and a delinquent. He juggles girls like clowns juggle pins. Enter Anna Murphy, the transfer student from Ireland. She suffers from depression, anxiety, suicidal tendencies, an...
