Castaway, chapter 1
"WHERE'S THE FUCKIN' MONEY CHRIS!"
"Dad look calm down.. The moneys not important he..."
But Chris's dad cut him off before he could finish
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHATS IMPORTANT"
"I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU JUST NEVER LISTEN TO ME, I'm not gonna go to college Dad, The moneys gone you can't get it back. This whole dreams not what I wanted its what you wanted, I never wanted it I just didn't have the balls to tell you."
"But you're only 18 for Chrissake..."
"Dad i'm 20, When does my life belog to me?"
"Well I guess it's yours now 'cause you're getting the fuck outta my house."
"GOOD, I DIDN'T WANT TO FUCKING LIVE WITH YOU ANYWAY YOU FUCKING PRICK! EVER SINCE MOM DIED YOU BECAME A FUCKING HYPOCRTICAL DICTATOR. Well fuck you."
Chris ran to his room and slammed the door shut and locked it.
*Chris's P. O. V. *
Where's my fuckin' bag Chris thought to himself. He finaly found it underneath the bed and pulled it out and started throwing his stuff in there. He threw in all his clothes. He then Grabbed his Skateboard, Guitar and Amp and walked out the door. Good thing this is a backpack otherwise I couldn't carry it he thought.
He walked out of his bedroom door only to find his dad sitting there in the living room watching TV.
"You just don't fucking Care Do you, to see your own son walk through the fucking door. You're no Father."
And with that he walked out the door slammed it and started riding his skateboard down the road. Where the fuck will I go from he he thought to himself.
"Dad look calm down.. The moneys not important he..."
But Chris's dad cut him off before he could finish
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHATS IMPORTANT"
"I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU JUST NEVER LISTEN TO ME, I'm not gonna go to college Dad, The moneys gone you can't get it back. This whole dreams not what I wanted its what you wanted, I never wanted it I just didn't have the balls to tell you."
"But you're only 18 for Chrissake..."
"Dad i'm 20, When does my life belog to me?"
"Well I guess it's yours now 'cause you're getting the fuck outta my house."
"GOOD, I DIDN'T WANT TO FUCKING LIVE WITH YOU ANYWAY YOU FUCKING PRICK! EVER SINCE MOM DIED YOU BECAME A FUCKING HYPOCRTICAL DICTATOR. Well fuck you."
Chris ran to his room and slammed the door shut and locked it.
*Chris's P. O. V. *
Where's my fuckin' bag Chris thought to himself. He finaly found it underneath the bed and pulled it out and started throwing his stuff in there. He threw in all his clothes. He then Grabbed his Skateboard, Guitar and Amp and walked out the door. Good thing this is a backpack otherwise I couldn't carry it he thought.
He walked out of his bedroom door only to find his dad sitting there in the living room watching TV.
"You just don't fucking Care Do you, to see your own son walk through the fucking door. You're no Father."
And with that he walked out the door slammed it and started riding his skateboard down the road. Where the fuck will I go from he he thought to himself.
