Tales From Another Broken Home, chapter 1
"Where the fuck have you been all night. You have school tomorrow. Do you know what time it is?" asked my fuckface of a step-father. The 3rd one in about 2 years.
"No I dont know what the fuck the time is. Can't you tell I'm fucking stoned and drun-" I got cut of by his fist punching me in the face.
"Dont you fucking speak to me like that you ugly piece of shit!" My step-dad yelled as he pinned me against the wall.
"Brad. Whats going on down there" It was my mom.
"Im just giving your son a talking to, dont worry, I'll be up in a minute dear!" Brad yelled.
Blood trickled down my chin from my mouth and nose. It was soaking my socks and the floor below.
"If I EVER catch you coming in this late again god help you Billie Joe. God help you you ugly little prick. Now get the fuck to bed and dont you dare tell your mom what happened." he turned and walked up the stairs.
Why the fuck was he such a prick. What did I ever do to him. Nothing. Hes not my dad so why does he care where I am. I'm surprised he doesnt want me out of the house all the time so he can fuck my mom without me in the house. I turn and walk up the stairs, down the hall and to the bathroom. I look at my face in the mirror. Blood pouring from my nose and mouth. I get cleaned up and go lay in my room. I want a joint, but I know not to light one up in here, or my face will bleed even more from Brad.
Tonight was the last party of the summer. I think I should be able to stay out as long as I want to. I am 15 after all. What a party it was. I dont remember it. But I remember it was a fucking kick ass time. And I know I made a furtain selling joints. As I lay there on my bed thinking of the amazing summer parties, I fell asleep, only soon to be woken up by my mom yelling at me from down the stairs.
"Billie Joe, wake up! You're gunna be late for school!!"
I drag myself out of bed, grab some faded, ripped jeans and slide them on along with a black belt and a clean black t-shirt. I slip on a pair of socks and my high tops and make my way to the bathroom. I throw some gel on my hair and spike it up.
My moms the only one in the kitchen when I get there. Yay. Brad must have gone to work. I say bye to my mom and head out the door. I look down the street. Of course Mike and Tre are there waiting.
"Hey guys. What the fuck happened at that party man?" I ask.
"What?! You dont remember?" Mike says, amazing surprised.
"It was only like the BEST party of the summer. You make like 400 bucks last night man" Tre says excitedly pulling the money from his pocket and handing it to me.
"Yea I knew that. But did anything interesting happen?"
"Um. Well you know Margrette? That preppy bitch? She made out with Mike. Didn't she Mike?" Tre said winking at Mike.
"Oh shut up Tre. I was drunk and stoned. I didnt know what I was doing." Mike laughs and adds " But I do remember, she wasn't that good!"
So all the way to school I have to listen to Mike and Tre argue about Margrette. All I could think was GOD I WANT A JOINT!
"No I dont know what the fuck the time is. Can't you tell I'm fucking stoned and drun-" I got cut of by his fist punching me in the face.
"Dont you fucking speak to me like that you ugly piece of shit!" My step-dad yelled as he pinned me against the wall.
"Brad. Whats going on down there" It was my mom.
"Im just giving your son a talking to, dont worry, I'll be up in a minute dear!" Brad yelled.
Blood trickled down my chin from my mouth and nose. It was soaking my socks and the floor below.
"If I EVER catch you coming in this late again god help you Billie Joe. God help you you ugly little prick. Now get the fuck to bed and dont you dare tell your mom what happened." he turned and walked up the stairs.
Why the fuck was he such a prick. What did I ever do to him. Nothing. Hes not my dad so why does he care where I am. I'm surprised he doesnt want me out of the house all the time so he can fuck my mom without me in the house. I turn and walk up the stairs, down the hall and to the bathroom. I look at my face in the mirror. Blood pouring from my nose and mouth. I get cleaned up and go lay in my room. I want a joint, but I know not to light one up in here, or my face will bleed even more from Brad.
Tonight was the last party of the summer. I think I should be able to stay out as long as I want to. I am 15 after all. What a party it was. I dont remember it. But I remember it was a fucking kick ass time. And I know I made a furtain selling joints. As I lay there on my bed thinking of the amazing summer parties, I fell asleep, only soon to be woken up by my mom yelling at me from down the stairs.
"Billie Joe, wake up! You're gunna be late for school!!"
I drag myself out of bed, grab some faded, ripped jeans and slide them on along with a black belt and a clean black t-shirt. I slip on a pair of socks and my high tops and make my way to the bathroom. I throw some gel on my hair and spike it up.
My moms the only one in the kitchen when I get there. Yay. Brad must have gone to work. I say bye to my mom and head out the door. I look down the street. Of course Mike and Tre are there waiting.
"Hey guys. What the fuck happened at that party man?" I ask.
"What?! You dont remember?" Mike says, amazing surprised.
"It was only like the BEST party of the summer. You make like 400 bucks last night man" Tre says excitedly pulling the money from his pocket and handing it to me.
"Yea I knew that. But did anything interesting happen?"
"Um. Well you know Margrette? That preppy bitch? She made out with Mike. Didn't she Mike?" Tre said winking at Mike.
"Oh shut up Tre. I was drunk and stoned. I didnt know what I was doing." Mike laughs and adds " But I do remember, she wasn't that good!"
So all the way to school I have to listen to Mike and Tre argue about Margrette. All I could think was GOD I WANT A JOINT!
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