My online valentine

10 - Take me to church

"He failed again!", My dad's voice echoed through the room, "He's ruining his life with his own hands."

He was carrying my test results and shoving them in my mom's face.
Sometimes Sundays sucked because that's when he'd get time to check my school progress.
I should feel ashamed.
Maybe even guilt.
But the truth was I just felt angry.

There were moments when I wanted nothing more than to go away from this house.
I remember when I was eight , my dad hit me with a belt , it wasn't exactly uncalled for.
I'd stolen money from his wallet.
Either way , I'd decided to leave the house that day.
And so I packed my little backpack and a few candies and I left.
I stayed at the park for eight hours before I needed to poop really bad and I didn't know where else to go.
When I came back home , late at night , no one had noticed I was gone and I realized people just don't give a fuck about you.

I could leave my home soon though , I'd be eighteen in a few months. Well, two years.
But still , I'd love to just get out of here.

"Are you going to say something about this?", Dad slammed his hand on the shoulder.
Apparently I was too busy thinking to respond.
Which unsurprisingly pissed him off more.

I could apologize. I should.
I should just say sorry a few times and get it over with.
But the thing was I shared his pride.
I might be terrified of him right now but god forbid if look down or back away.

"I'd rather not.", I said.

Definitely not the right thing to say.
My dad's widened eyes made me realize that much.
"You are grounded.", he said sternly before turning to my mom, "Keep your son in line. He needs better grades if he's gonna run a company."

Run a company.
My future had already been written by my dad the moment I was born.

The problem with my life was that it was someone else's idea.

"Are you friggin' kidding me? Grounded? What am I? Ten?", I responded.

Usually I wouldn't have cared.
I didn't mind staying at home before.
But things change.

"Mind your language.", My dad said, "And do not talk back to me."

"Yeah it'd be like barking at a stone wall. You never listen anyway.", I muttered before walking back to my room and slamming the door shut.

The world fucking sucked and honestly I wouldn't bat an eye if it ended.
Grounded ? Seriously?
My dad pissed me off to an unbelievable extent at times.
But I didn't care right now. He would calm down in a day or two and give me a new toy or some shit like that as an apology.
He wouldn't say the words though.
I'd never heard him say "I'm sorry".
He gave me money and that was the unspoken apology.
I didn't mind getting some cash.
Who doesn't love money!?
And I was lucky to have enough of it.
Another thing I was lucky to have? Elle.

So I grabbed my phone and texted her.

Winchester : Hey , where are you?

It took a while to get a response. I scrolled through the news till the text notification popped up.

NovaCorp : Going to church. Wbu?

Winchester : Nothing.

NovaCorp: Wow, sounds fascinating.

I stared at my feet. I don't know why but I had this hollow feeling in my stomach.

Winchester : Can I... umm.. come to church with you?

I don't know why I asked. I don't know why I wanted to go. Maybe I just wanted to be around Elle.

NovaCorp: You ? In church? Is it the end of time?