Isaac Robinson (Currently Being Edited)

Chapter 22

"What! What the hell do you want now?" I exploded, since I was already overwhelmed by enough shit.

"Where the fuck were you? I'm sure I remember you leaving or something."

"Alright and, and?! I'm here now, aren't I? What else do you want?" I yelled.

He raised a hand.

I didn't even flinch one bit as it made contact with my face.

You're a strong little man. You know that right? I know you've been teased for a long time when you were younger, but you're gonna grow up to be way better than any of those shits that made fun of you. Make me proud. Show all those fuckers what you're made of. Stay strong. Chase's words he spoke to me years ago started echoing themselves in my head.

My fists tightened as I had flashbacks of everything I've ever gone through with this man.

"What? Are you just gonna stand there like an idiot!" I heard him hiss.

I grew angry as I thought about everything I've ever gone through.. How if Audrey weren't there.. The drunkard could've done exactly what that stupid old man did to me years ago.

Without thinking twice, with all the strength I possibly had I raised a fist and struck him back, the punch strong enough to send him to the ground. He grabbed his mouth, his eyes shooting a death glare at me when he noticed his teeth were bleeding.

"I'm sick of your bullshit. Don't think I'm ever letting you lay a fucking hand on me again! I'd rather kill you before ever letting you hit me again!"

He just snickered quietly, it got louder until it was practically a cackle.

"What are you waiting for? Go ahead. Because at the end, I'll be the one winning. What are you going to do? Live your life like a street rat? No families going to want a piece of shit like you. Nobody." He growled.

I let out a frustrated yell as I marched out of the room because I knew that idiot was right. I stormed out of my house, ignoring my father and slamming the door shut. I ran, having no idea where the hell to go but I didn't stop running. I went into some nearby bar I usually went to after having a bad day. Before you even say anything, I'm friends with someone who works there. He lets me in when I come over to the bar. And people are usually too drunk themselves to notice me or ask about my age.

Even if people found out about my age, I wouldn't give a shit.

"Sup Robinson?" Kyle greeted when he saw me enter."What kind of drink do you want today?"

"The strongest ones you got, man." I take out some of my money, Kyle shaking his head. "This one is one the house."

"Rough day?" He questioned as he walked over to the drinks, finding the strongest beer and pouring some on a glass for me.

I nodded."Yup, What else? But whatever, at least I could drink it away here."

He chuckled. "You drink a hella lot for someone your age."

"What can say, I'm beyond my years." I responded, taking a swig of my drink, smacking my lips and letting out a sigh.I drank a few more glasses, until I hardly remembered a thing.

But I'm pretty sure I was probably enjoying myself and probably did things sober me wouldn't do, but whatever.. If drinking is what it takes to erase this pain for at least a while, let it be. I spent the rest of the day at the bar, at the end, walking home.. The thing was, I didn't even know where I lived in my current state.

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"Chubby bunny." I managed to say, a mouth full of marshmallows. I'm surprised I haven't choked to my death yet.