“A father’s love should be a source of comfort and stability, but a bad father brings chaos and uncertainty.”
Every step I take into the school seems to suck a breath out of me. I can feel prying eyes roaming over every inch of me but I don't dare look up or turn around to the force behind me. I forgot that his touch could make me feel so much but so little at the same time.
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“Hey I'm talking to you” Cassius voice snaps me out of my thoughts I tentatively look up.
“Cassius, what do you want?” My voice comes out drained. I'm exhausted. School really is tiring and boring. He sneers at me “just because my Father pities you now doesn't put you above me” I look into his eyes those blue eyes just like the coldest of seas, I feel a shiver work its way down my spine. I really want to punch him the mere violence that radiates from that though could have killed everyone here dead. The thought snaps me back to the present “Okay Cassius, your right I’m just a charity case, now can you please leave me alone” my voice comes out raw, but desperate. Silence fills the room. I don't dare look up, holding my breath. “Wow, You're really shallow didya know that?” His words startled me enough that I looked up and met his eyes. I lifted up a brow “excuse me”I said incredulously. He rolls his eyes, “I said you're shallow cause you think that My father thinks you're a charity case” I burst out laughing I kneel over clutching my stomach. I wiped a tear from my eyes “okay if I'm not a charity case then what am I?” my voice comes out filled with curiosity, the question startles me. Cassius lifts a brow “One If he really thought you're a charity case then one he wouldn't send you to Redcrest high” he lifts up his second finger “two, he would have killed you, cause you killed my MUM!” his eyes flare, he starts to shake his hands fisting and unfisting. “Now do you understand?” My jaw drops.
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Cassius' words ring in my mind, not letting me be, the day goes by quickly and before I know it I’m making my way towards his car, my Fathers car. He’s standing there on his phone, the other students are watching him with awe written clearly on their faces. His eyes briefly look up, meeting mine they lift in question. Well how was your day? The silent conversation makes me purse my lips. I ignore it, if he wants to talk to me he’ll have to find another method. He watches me as I approach his mouth pursed into a straight line. It doesn't take me long to realize the strained body and the cold icy eyes, I feel my heart stops I know that look, I stop in front of him, I slowly look up I open my mouth to speak but he interrupts before I can even form the words ``No Jack your not going on public transport” his eyes are on mine in a predatory glare. I feel myself swallow “But wouldn't it be nice if you drove alone, without me there to piss you off”
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My voice comes out more confident than I feel, I look into his eyes carefully, he lifts both brows in a warning “In the car Jack, now.”
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I know he's angry and I know he wants to whip me, though he hasn't done so for so long.
Looking at him from the corner of my eye, I can tell that he's barely controlling himself, no wonder he dismissed the driver and made Cassius go over to a friend, he doesn't want any spectators. Before I know it were at my mums house, I jump out before the car has even stopped and bolt towards the door, I smash my hand on the door and before I know it the door opens to reveal my mother her eyes brighten when she sees me “Jack '' her voice comes out relieved until her eyes land on my terrified ones quickly backtracking to my father whos making his way towards us, her face pales I knew it would, she recognizes the signs just like I do. I quickly squeeze past her. “Jack, I didn't take you for a coward” my fathers voice taunts me as I take the stairs two at a time. I slam the door shut and lean against it catching my breath. “Jack open the door”
My fathers voice is calm but commanding, sending shivers down my spine. I don't dare reply instead I focus all my attention on the door. I know that I can't hold the door any longer. His every hit seems to echo into my very bones.
The door bursts open to reveal my father, his face filled with cold rage, he looks me up and down before stepping into my room. I step back and before I know it his hand is around my wrist like a vice not letting me go, and once again I look into those pitless eyes but this time I look at them with a sense of calm.
“Are you going to kill me father?” my voice comes out filled with mockery, his mouth tightens with anger. I know he won't, he's not the type but not for the first time I wish that he would end my miserable life. I feel the room start to darken and turn into an unforgiving red. As I fall unconscious.
***
My eyes flutter open to reveal black eyes boring into my gray ones. Before I can even process anything a wave of nausea hits me, blurring my vision and making my head throb. Yelled commands fill the cold night air flashing lights so close but so far…. I vomit…all
over
my fathers shoes…I look up carefully and meet his gaze I swallow, his eyes narrow.
…Agh crap…
The last thing I see before passing out is my home being consumed by waves of brilliant reds and oranges, as it slowly falls to the ground.