Rescuing Atticus

Because I can

Song: Madness in me- Skillet

I don't know why but this morning when I wake up, my mother is on my mind. I feel like something is wrong but I just can't explain that feeling deep inside. I get out of bed and go to the kitchen to eat breakfast and head to the workout room. We work out for over two hours and then he gets a call and has to leave. He has not yet to take me on one of the assignment. I guess he doesn't think that I can handle myself. Hell he is probably right I have no idea what he is really into.

I wait till he is long gone before I go to the garage and admire the line of cars. Man this guy has really good taste in cars. I decide to take one out for a ride. Of course I cleared it off with him first because I be damned if he is going to kick my ass for taking one without his permission. I drive into town and go down the strip a few times, letting girls admire me and I just wave back at them. I bet they all wish they could ride in the Corvette. I would give them a ride but maybe next time I have something else on my mind at the moment.

I drive out of town and find myself at their home. I say their home because it's never really been mine anyway. I park the car by the sidewalk and get out. When I get to the door I debate on either knocking or just going in. I knock. She comes to the door with a sad look on her face but when she looks up she sees me she smiles from ear to ear. "Oh...my God...Atticus...it's been so long." She reaches out and wraps her arms around me.

I breathe in her familiar floral scent of cheep perfume. I let her hold me and then grab her arms to pull her away from me because I know she thinks that I am staying...but I'm not coming back home."Where is he? Is he home?"

She nods. "Atticus please don't start trouble...he told you the next time you came home that way he would kick you out. You knew it was coming." She is always on his side and a part of me has always hated her for that.I move her hair out of her face.

"And this..." I trace the bruise with the back of my hand, softly not to hurt her. "He still hits you." I shake my head in disgust. "How do you let him do this to you? Where the hell is he?" I push her to the side and walk into the house, something that I have never done to her.

I see him sitting on the couch and when he sees me his eyes rage with fire. He stands up and comes at me, only to get my fist in his face. I don't let up either...I beat the fucking shit out of him. "Yeah...take that you old man...you sick bastard."

My mother screams out for me to stop. "Please...you are going to kill him...please stop."

I smirk at the thought. I want to kill him and I continue to beat the living shit out of him. Once I am done I pull his shirt up close to me. We are inches apart. "The next time you lay a finger on her...I will kill you do you understand?"

He nods slowly and I let go. I had hoped that he would say something on my way but he doesn't because a part of me was really wishing to take his every last breath away from him.

 I walk out of the house, get back in the car and head out. I know he will never leave a mark on her again...or for his sake he better not anyway...the next time I will kill him. I feel all pumped up...for once I stood up to the man who has brought me down my whole life. I feel like I am on fire and need a good buzz to go along with it.

I fly down the highway, letting the wind and the speed of the car start my buzz. I park the car in the garage and then head into the house. I need a fucking drink. I pour me a shot and then another one...then take the whole bottle and go back to my room to finish it off. Once it is gone I go back into the house for another bottle. I can barely walk.

When I turn he is in the doorway looking at me. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Getting wasted...what does it fucking look like." I slur over my words, not giving a rats ass what the hell he thinks at the moment.

He walks over and takes the bottle out of my hand. "Drinking is one thing...get fucked up is another."

I try to jerk the bottle back from him but he shoves me and I lose my balance and fall backwards. He lets me fall banging the shit out of my backside. He sits the bottle back on the bar and reaches down and pulls me up. I fall over again and this time he drags my ass to the workout room. I start swinging at him and I guess I had too much to drink because I keep missing him and I can't stand up for shit.

I don't know how he does it, but I find myself chained back up like I was earlier in the month when I got here. I feel something sharp sting my back and I scream out in pain. The whip slashes through my skin. I'm not sure how long he whips me...I see the room swirl all around me and then I feel nothing.

I wake up hours later on the floor. My body aches all over. I rush to the bathroom and puke up everything. I force myself to stand back up and look in the mirror. What the hell did I do this time?I walk out of the bathroom and down the hall. I hear him in the office and he must know that I am awake now.

"Atticus." He calls out. He sounds almost like a fatherly figure...but he is more evil than that. I would rather keep walking out of the house and back to my room however I turn and go back to the office to see him sitting there."Atticus...I won't ask you again." Shit...I hear it in his voice the disappointment and I wish that I didn't care but a part of me does care.

"Sir...I can explain?"

"Explain." He says without looking up at me.

"I had too much to drink...I know you said no drinking and I thought I would just have a sip...maybe one glass but  I couldn't stop. I...I had too many."

"I don't mind you taking a drink every now and then...but when you get fucked up you make mistakes. You need to hold your liquor and you my boy are not yet a man. So tell me why you felt the urge to get drunk last night?"

I don't lie to him. "I was pissed off at my step dad."

"So you went over there...beat the shit out of him...what threatened him a little...you think that will stop him from hurting her?"

I look up at him in surprise. "How did you know?"

"I know everything...what I don't get is why you just didn't kill the son of a bitch."I shake my head and look down at the floor. He is right...I should have just killed him because he will do it again...he will continue to hurt her."You think drinking is going to solve anything...well it's not. Don't do it again do you understand not unless I give you that permission. The next time I won't be so light on your ass."

Light on my ass...he just beat the living daylights out of me with a whip. I don't argue though. "Yes sir."

"Good...now go rest up."I get ready to walk out but then hesitate."What do you want Atticus? Say it already or go."

I turn back to look at him. "You said you wanted me to work for you...then why don't you let me? I'm sick of doing nothing around here."

"You want me to give you things to do around here?" He taps away at the laptop in front of him not even bothering to look up at me.

"No...I want to go work with you. I want you to show me what you do. Let me help you."

He glances up for only a second before looking back at the screen. "You are not ready for that son."

"Then make me ready....train me...show me what to do."