I go back to my room after my very heartfelt sibling moment. I need to accept my admittance to Bertrand's Academy.
I get to my room and grab the blue laptop of my disorganized desk. I move some of my drawings aside and try to find a space to set the laptop. I sit down and try to turn it on.
"Please turn on", I pray with my head tilted up.
The windows system finally starts to boot and I visibly relax.
I quickly type in my password and hope that I can do what I need to do before this godforsaken piece of shit turns off again.
I open my mail and quickly accept the admittance.
Agree
Agree
Yes, I agree.
Finally done. I say finally a lot. I'm not actually saying it but...
Alright. I leave in a week. What do I pack?
Ha, I own nothing. There's nothing to pack.
"Where are my damn cigarettes Seth", the devil screams.
Great. Another beating. I need to work tomorrow, I don't need this shit.
I walk out of my room and into the hallway and come face to face with my father.
Huh, I never noticed how much of taller I am than him. I have at the very least a foot over him.
"What do you want Malcolm?", I bellow.
I haven't been this angry in a while. I don't even know what I'm so angry about right now but I want to fight someone right now.
Most especially, him.
I might be going insane today. Have I always been like this?
"Who you think you talking to like that", he demands now livid and almost bursting with anger.
I bet he can't remember the last time I stood up to him like that. Hell, stood up to anyone.
"There's only two of us in this hallway, so take a guess"
He makes a gnarly sound. It's almost animalistic.
"Aarghhh", he growls as he pounces on me.
He tries to ram into me but this time I'm ready.
I don't think about my actions after that. I just remember wildly throwing punches and blood... a lot of blood.
Screams.
Someone's screaming.
"Stop It! Oh my God Seth you're gonna kill him! Arrête ça!", Steph screams.
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Undertow
Teen FictionSeth Slater is plagued with decisions and a haunting past. Will he overcome it or succumb to its' trials?