Runaway Boy [Dadvid]

Enough is Enough

For the new readers out there HIIII uhhh yeah this gonna be bad at first but I promise it's gets better 😭😭 for the ones that already read, u might notice a few changes I added to this but anyways hope u like it 😻

"Disappointment"

"Mistake"

"Nobody cares"

"You're a useless, weak, an embarrassment..."

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I went upstairs to my room and walked to the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom. I looked in the mirror that was sitting against the wall and looked at myself. I stared at it for a while. I had an already swollen eye from last night.

'Why do I look so damn hideous?'

'Why did I had to be raised with such terrible parents?'

'Why does nobody give a shit about me?'

So many voices of comments from my family and from myself were all in my head. Out of anger, I grabbed the top of the mirror and pushed it forward to the floor. It stopped the voices but It made a loud ass sound as expected as the glass shattered into a million pieces.

"You better pick that up you piece of shit!" My mom yelled from downstairs.

Me and my mom were the only ones home. Mom usually comes home from work around six or seven p.m. and my dad comes home almost an hour after mom, or sometimes they just get off at the same time. I hate it when they're here because they literally just talk shit about me and shove me around, so it's nice that most of the time I'm home alone and I get to do whatever. It gets boring just staying in my room reading comics or looking at magazines of cool cars and boobies, so I go out to find some things to do like shoplift snacks from stores, buy random shit I want from target and fuck around with the Karen's while I'm there, or hangout at hidden spots in the city like on the roofs of buildings or cool abandoned places. Every now and then I come across weird and creepy strangers, but I rarely find other kids my age, alone like me. Although sometimes older kids who I'd come across would let me hang out with them. You see, they wouldn't pick just any 10 year old kid to be included with them, I'm obviously awesome and bad ass. Even in my free time, I like to do some side hustles for money like taking dogs on walks which is perfect for me, the only thing in the motherfuckin' world that I love and loves me back. Placing bets is another, plus it's fun. I never have to worry about loosing because I always find a way to make their asses look embarrassed. I even use my parents laptops to sell stuff at an unnecessarily expensive price. It's great that I don't have annoying grown-ups telling me what to do...just great.

I live in Northwest California and my parents are sorta rich, we live in a pretty pleasant house yet my room looks like crap. All I get are the bare necessities for a bedroom, pretty bland. Both my parents run a business together, but my dad views himself as the owner. When he's at work or talked to relatives, he acts all nice and pretends that he cares about me. But they don't know what a fake lying dick he is.

My parents don't hurt me all the time. They mostly just shove and hit me, but besides that they just throw insults at me, it could be worse. Might be why my behavior is so bad and why some say I have anger issues, too bad I don't care though.

I walked towards the window in my bathroom and opened it. I pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from the cabinet in the sink

Yeah, yeah, I'm almost eleven and already smoking, but it's not my fault. Once my parents forced me to smoke a cigarette for the first time, of course I coughed up. But that was only when I was 8, now I look back and laugh at it.