Fractured

Chapter 10 Conners POV

At the time...
Ten days ago I started writing Fractured! So as a ten day celebration you all get to take a look inside Conners head.

Note~ This chapter is completely optional. It won't affect the story at all if you don't want to read it.
Another note~ there is a bunch of swearing, so don't read this chapter if you are offended by it.
I think I'll be deleting this chapter soon, I'm not happy with the way it turned out. So again for now this chapter is optional.

Conners POV

I turn the doorknob to my fathers house.

I look across the living room, and into the kitchen, worst mistake. It's not like I had a choice. I knew this would be coming.

My Fathers prissy wife is sitting with there perfect fucking son at three sitting at the damn table playing perfect family again.

It's sickening.

I stick with the plan I made hours ago, I'm packing my shit today.

They all look up at me when the door clicks closed interrupting their perfect fucking dinner. Great.

"What?"

They all flinch at my tone like I'm the fuck up in there family. Yeah right.

"Did you join us for dinner?" My fathers wife asks me. With fake hope and enthusiasm laced threw her voice.

Why the fuck is she even trying to talk to me. Like I would even consider sitting there playing perfect family. With them.

I would rather not.

"Hell no, why the fuck would I want to sit here and pretend like I enjoy any of your company." I gesture to the fucked up thing they call a family.

She flinches shrinking back into her seat and my father stands up. To make it seem like he's the one in control, when we both now he never was.

"Don't talk to my mom like that." Sissy boy pipes up.

To say I'm shocked I can't believe he's even talking to me, never thought he had the balls to do it.

He stands up from his chair with my father and looks at me. Trying to look intimidating standing next to my father, both they both look nothing but confident.

"It's getting serious." I sarcastically retort.

He's only a year younger than me and he probably knows Alex. This kid is a geek just like her. He really stand no chance against me.

Neither does she.

I'll probably end off ruining her just like everything else in this fucked up world.

I laugh at his stupidity and hers as I walk to the threshold of the dining room.

He's fucking with the wrong person right now. I'm looking for a fight and if perfect sons' the one who wants to fight me I won't complain.

Mrs. Prissy looks at her son shooting him glances. Worried ones? I don't really know, I'm shit at reading people.

"Charlie, it's okay, he didn't mean anything by it." Mrs. Prissy says and puts her hand on her perfect sons shoulder urging him to sit back down.

Perfect fucking son junior sits back down in his seat.

Wuss.

"Where's the beer?" I ask my father while walking to the fridge.

"We don't have alcohol son." He says while I'm opening the fridge door.

"Oh it's going to be amusing to see how long you can last with out it this time."
The. Decide to add for good measures.
"Looking for another news story, daddy boy?" I snicker.

Ignoring his intake of breathe, and shocked state.

I slam the fridge door shut and look at my so called father.

His face is red and he's holding onto his fork so tight his fingers are getting white. He looks pissed Good.

"Did I strike a nerve there old man?"

He just continues to stare at his chicken like he's going to murder something that's already dead.

The Mrs. Prissy is staring at me in shock and Charlie's just finding his fork so fascinating.

I take that as my cue to go get my stuff and leave this shit hole.

I take the marble steps two at a time until I reach the next floor.

There's three floors in this house. The main floor. My room and my fucking step wusses room and the next floor is the master suite where my father and Mrs.Prissy sleep.

I walk down the hallway the whole right side of the wall is covered in my fathers perfect family's pictures I didn't show up for any of the times they took the pictures so there isn't one of me on that wall.

I go to the second door white door on the left and open it.

It still looks the same as it did when I left it. Wood dressers, bed frame and floors. I walk over to the smaller dresser and grab my phone charger and my computer.

If my shit load of a father pays for a collage I might actually need them.

I walk over to the bigger dresser and grab a duffle bag and stuff it with as much clothes as will fit, zip it, and walk back downstairs.

Normal conversation has started again but it halts once they see me.

"Where are you going?" My father asks me. It's fucking messed up that he's actually pretending like he cares.

"Where the fuck does it look like I'm going?"

He starts to answer but I ignore him and slam the door shut on my way out.

I get into my black car and throw my bag in the back seat. I dig my phone from my pocket and scroll down to the Z's in my contacts once I find who I'm looking for I press call.

After three rings he finally picks up.

"Hey Conner." Zach says I can barley understand him over the loud music playing in the background.

"Hey, I need a place to crash for a while." I tell him

"Yeah whatever just get your ass over here there's tons of chicks and alcohol."

I laugh and remember the game we used to play during high school.

"Alright, that sounds like my kind of night."

His laughter meets my ears and he hangs up.

I throw my phone on my passenger seat, and start the ignition, and drive Zach's house.

My home for who knows how long.

I'm not going to lie to you and say this was super easy because honestly it wasn't. I'm not a guy so it's really hard to write from a guys point of view.
Sorry if it sucks but I really did try! This might be the only chapter I'll write in Conners POV.
And thank you for reading!