Black Hearts and Renegades, chapter 5
I slammed the phone shut in anger. Now I had to meet hm at the skate park, great. He'd be lucky if I didn't kick his ass. I grabbed my black Baker board from my closet and walked down the stairs. "Brad, I'm goin' to the skate park." I said as I walked past him as he was sitting on the couch.
"Okay, be back before eight."
I nodded and rolled my eyes. I skated to the park and waited. I at on a gray bench waiting for this asshole to show his face around me. I twiddled my thumbs infront of me and thought about my life so far.
A black SUV pulled up infront of me. I looked up and saw HIM. HE had redish brown hair and MY eyes. He looked at me and took of his sun glasses to get a better look. I stood up and pushed my black bangs back.
I saw his eyes widened and he walked towards me. "Zachary?" He asked in a low tone. I put on my tough act and crossed my arms. I put on a face that said I hate you so stay away from my and just glared at him.
"People call me Zack," I mumbled bitterly.
"Wow," he breathed, "I haven't seen you in so long."
"Only nine years, no big deal," I snarled.
He gulped. I wanted him to crawl back into his fancy car and drive off a cliff. "I just want to say I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you or your mom, what happened, happened," he said.
"Yeah what happened, happened. So forget about me again. Go on, get goin'," I swatted him away.
His eyes turned cold. No one ever looked at me like that. "I didn't fotget about you. I fell in love, okay?"
I scoffed, "Yeah and where is she now? My mom would give up her life to be with you again I know it." I knew that wasn't the truth but hey lets make him feel bad.
"I wanna start over. I want to be your dad now."
"Now you do? I'm perfectly fine without you."
"Well too bad, I'm your dad so get used to it."
"You wish, my dad is named Bradley James Vincent so fuck off!" I grabbed my skate board and stormed away.
I felt weird. I never described Brad as my real dad. Me and Brad where more friends then father and son.
I felt someone grab my arm and jerk me around. "Get off me!" I screamed as he tugged at my arm.
"No! I'm your dad!" Tre hollered.
"Fuckin' psycho! Your not my dad! Get off me fuck bag!" He let me go with a hard shove."I'm glad you were never there, you're crazy!"
I backed away and ran home. That dude was crazy. When I got inside tears were steaming down my face. "Zack what's wrong?" Mom asked as she walked into the living room.
I was backed up against the door breathing heavily. "He's psycho!" I screamed. She walked up to me and pulled me into a hug.
"Okay, be back before eight."
I nodded and rolled my eyes. I skated to the park and waited. I at on a gray bench waiting for this asshole to show his face around me. I twiddled my thumbs infront of me and thought about my life so far.
A black SUV pulled up infront of me. I looked up and saw HIM. HE had redish brown hair and MY eyes. He looked at me and took of his sun glasses to get a better look. I stood up and pushed my black bangs back.
I saw his eyes widened and he walked towards me. "Zachary?" He asked in a low tone. I put on my tough act and crossed my arms. I put on a face that said I hate you so stay away from my and just glared at him.
"People call me Zack," I mumbled bitterly.
"Wow," he breathed, "I haven't seen you in so long."
"Only nine years, no big deal," I snarled.
He gulped. I wanted him to crawl back into his fancy car and drive off a cliff. "I just want to say I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you or your mom, what happened, happened," he said.
"Yeah what happened, happened. So forget about me again. Go on, get goin'," I swatted him away.
His eyes turned cold. No one ever looked at me like that. "I didn't fotget about you. I fell in love, okay?"
I scoffed, "Yeah and where is she now? My mom would give up her life to be with you again I know it." I knew that wasn't the truth but hey lets make him feel bad.
"I wanna start over. I want to be your dad now."
"Now you do? I'm perfectly fine without you."
"Well too bad, I'm your dad so get used to it."
"You wish, my dad is named Bradley James Vincent so fuck off!" I grabbed my skate board and stormed away.
I felt weird. I never described Brad as my real dad. Me and Brad where more friends then father and son.
I felt someone grab my arm and jerk me around. "Get off me!" I screamed as he tugged at my arm.
"No! I'm your dad!" Tre hollered.
"Fuckin' psycho! Your not my dad! Get off me fuck bag!" He let me go with a hard shove."I'm glad you were never there, you're crazy!"
I backed away and ran home. That dude was crazy. When I got inside tears were steaming down my face. "Zack what's wrong?" Mom asked as she walked into the living room.
I was backed up against the door breathing heavily. "He's psycho!" I screamed. She walked up to me and pulled me into a hug.
