childhood memories

chapter 20

I didn't wait at my usual waiting spot after school but stood just a few feet away and out of plain sight as to avoid encountering Laurence.
However that didn't stop his texting and my phone was going haywire within my blazer pocket.
I decided to turn it off.
As soon as my brothers came out we immediately set off home, all three of us taking up the sidewalk in an orderly line.
"...so, how was your day Zane?"
I questioned.
He laughed momentarily.
"Good I suppose, my entire science class watched you beat down Laurence though"
He chuckled
Vylad immediately looked to me, glaring almost.
"U-Uh, heh, that was uhm...not good"
I replied as I glanced to the floor.
"Why'd you do it then hm? Mr goodie too shoes finally got a backbone?"
He grinned while I merely forced up a smile.
There was no point in denying it so I kept quiet, letting him tease, taunt and threaten me for as long as he wished.
When I arrived home I was shocked to notice the front door locked.
I didn't have the keys, it was either mom or dad had them.
So, as a result I knocked a few times but received no answer.
"Hm..."
I mumbled to myself before tracking round the side of the house, my foot almost slipping into the open gutter father was meant to fix weeks ago.
Flinching I growled loudly and grabbed the picnic chair, setting it over the gaping hole.
"Lazy cunt"
I snarled
The hole wasn't big enough for HIM to fall through but it would most certainly swallow a dog or any small animal.
As for children...hm, I'm not sure, but not me nor my brothers are going to be the ones to test that out.
Upon arriving at the back door I noticed my mother and father in an unfortunate arguement.
No glasses had yet to be broken so I figured that was a good sign.
Deciding it'd be best for us to wait for the the argument to die down I left my brothers to gander around the garden.
I stood by the door, cross armed with only my imagination to occupy me.
However, that didn't last long for I rather suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.
Flinching I looked back to see dad.
"...dad?"
I questioned
"IN, NOW"
He glared
As I was just about to call for my brothers he stopped me.
"No, just you"
He stated, practically dragging me in with no choice.
I stumbled upon entering, catching my footing before looking to mother stood watching me intensely from the side.
"So, what's this I've heard about you not attending classes hm?"
He snapped
"...pardon?"
I replied
"Don't play stupid!"
He slapped me lightly over the back of the head before walking to the right of me.
I looked down.
"Well? Hm?! Speak!"
I remained silent.
He was drunk, and I knew it, the smell of alcohol still spat from his chipped lips.
There was no reasoning with him.. not in this state of mind.
Suddenly he gripped my hair, making me jolt as he dragged me forward.
He swiped away the pots and cutlery off the draining board, practically leaving them to smash against the floor, one after the other.
Mother flinched and looked away, averting her eyes as my head was forced down into the sink full of hot, steaming water.
My feet kicked and scratched against the surroundings, each acknowledged movement burning against my face.
Hoisting me up I coughed and spluttered, my hands trembling against the sides of the sink.
"DON'T ignore your father!"
He spat
"Go to hell"
I replied, giving a harsh glare.
This only resulted in his thrashing my head repeatedly into the water, giving me the minimum amount of time to catch my breath with each uprise.
On the very last strike I snapped, bursting into a fit of tears as I gripping his wrists.
"S-Stop, please, please"
I whimpered.
My plead went unanswered as he did it once more, even more infuriated at my tears.
He kept me there for longer, keeping a more firmer grip on my hair.
Zianna watched, showing somewhat pity.
"Hun... that's enough"
She demanded, locking eyes with him.
They stared momentarily before he lifted me up to breathe.
I gasped, whining.
"...Now, I got a call from school saying you skipped class, IS THAT TRUE?"
He sneered as I nodded.
"ANSWER!"
"y-yes! Yes, alright, i-i was with-with a friend"
I choked back my sobs, my jaw trembling.
"I-I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I promise dad, I'm so, so sorry"
I trembled
He snarled in disgust
"What kind of friend"
He spoke.
"J-Just a friend... fooling around i-i guess"
I replied
They remained silent, yet they had that way of communicating via glares, expressions and shuffling movements.
That's just parents I suppose.
"...heh, just like your dad"
He released me.
I stood there, watching him.
"W-What?"
I stammered
"Just like me when I was younger, fooling around skipping class...I see were you've got it from"
He grinned, wrapping his arm around Zianna.
"Though...I was always skipping class for my lil lady~"
He kissed her as my trembling fingers gripped the sink, a dumbstruck look on my face.
She blushed softly and kissed him back.
Fresh tears steamed against my cheeks while they did so so naturally, how from an arguing couple they came to be a loving one within seconds.
"Though that didn't get your father anywhere good...look at him now, potless...I don't want that happening to you Garroth"
My mother stated...but why should she care.
All she wants is a wealthy son to pay off her debts, someone to clean the mess SHE made.
My eyes only narrowed.
"Heh, sad but true...I do what I do to teach you Garroth, I don't want you to grow up being a lousy faggot"
My father added, glaring straight into my anger filled eyes.
The tears had stopped though the flush red was still in my face, a boiling frustration just waiting for another word to be said from their filthy lips.
"All you gotta do Garroth is stay in school for me, make the right decisions and...heh, well with your looks I'm sure it won't be hard getting you a girlfriend, afterall you take that gift from me"
He said so puffed up about himself, my eye twitching rather suddenly.
"Heh...hee-ha-ha-aha-haa!"
I laughed psychotically at his statement.
They merely watched me.
"A gift?! It's a Fucking curse! Each day I look in the mirror and all I see is-is YOU! YOU ALL THE TIME! I HATE LOOKING LIKE YOU BECAUSE I SCARE THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF MY BROTHERS EACH TIME I GET ANGRY! I HATE IT BECAUSE IT REMINDS ME OF WHAT AN INSIGNIFICANT, WORTHLESS, SON OF A WHORE MY DAD IS! AND...A-And"
Fear began setting in as I noticed his deadly glare.
"...I'm scared I'll grow up to be the same...as...you"
My mother looked to my father after my outburst, her emotion running blank.
Silence dominated the room.
I awaited his move, immediately regretting my actions I had just commited.
"..."
He said nothing, only glared.