Post by mattie on Apr 15, 2012 19:01:18 GMT -5
ooc; sorry about the vulgarness in advanced, but what do you expect a drunk man and his protective son to say in an argument? haha
A.u.s.t.i.n.
I walked to the pool area to clear my head. I had another six missed calls from my dad and I was pretty much about ready to go home just so I could punch him. I wanted to answer and cuss him out, but that would only make my mom upset so I just left it be. I considered turning my phone off, but if my mom or something texted or called, I didn't want to miss it. I had brought my guitar, I don't know why, I hadn't planned on playing. I guess just for safe keeping. Hard to believe I actually was afraid my dad would come to the school and ruin it. He probably couldn't even find his way past the bar back home, let alone bored a plane and fly where he was trying to go. I let out a sigh, sitting on one of the pool chairs, in a t shirt and swim trunks. Again, I hadn't planned on swimming, but I wore them anyway. Clearing m mind, listening to nature, trying to forget him, I was interrupted by my phone. I hesitated, but I picked it up and looked at the caller ID.
Dad
Fantastic.
I decided to suck it up and answer.
"What?" I snapped into the phone.
His voice was slurred - drunk - and deep, raspsey - he'd been sleeping. "What the h..e..l..l are you still doing at that God forsaken school?"
I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. "Learning, dad, its a school." I tried to sound calm.
"The h..e..l..l with that! I know it ain't true!"
"Dad, maybe you should get some sleep. You sound..tired."
He huffed. "Don't you go thinking you have the right telling me what to do."
"Just a suggestion." I sighed, rubbing my face with one hand.
"Don't sass me, I don't want it."
I was quiet.
"Enough with the lies, tell me what you are doing there. Now!"
What was I supposed to say? "Football." Lie. I was hardly playing, still saying I was on injury, for the most part. I didnt want to go back.
"And hows that?" His voice was so forceful. I hated my mom and sisters there.
"Fine."
He expected more.
"Really good, we're winning a lot."
"Obviously, look who's son you are!"
Yeah. Im the son of a drunken asshole who beats his children thinking its normal. Fantastic.
Again he huffed, obviously having a hard time breathing or something stupid. He'd probably got smoking back up again. Great. "What else, Austin? Theres more time in a day!"
Despite the fact he was a total loser, for the most part, he worked hard, even when he shouldnt. Like when he was way over the top drunk and should be sleeping. But oh well. Oh, and he wouldn't let his kids be wimps. He pushed us. But he didnt need to. I had no desire to be anything like him. "Studying? Eaitng? I don't know," I said, my voice raised a bit. I was glad I was the only one around.
"How bout that music of yours?" HIs voice lowered, suspicion in it.
I hesitated. "Um, what..music?"
"God, Austin!" he bellowed, "You are just like your mother. A horrible lier!"
"Godamnit dad! Shut the h..e..l..l up!" I shouted, regretting my curse words. It seemed to be the only ones my father understood, though. "My mother is not a lier, the second you insult a woman, especially my mother, you prove you are nothing but a wimp. You are not a man," I said, my jaw tight, still sore from the fight with Damon.
"You better not be yelling at your father like that! Using those words!"
"Oh, but I am!" I shouted.
"You know what Im capable of, don't mess with me!"
I scoffed. "Yeah, sitting on a bar stool 'til you loose your balance and can't no more."
"Austin Aeries, you'll be expected home within the week."
"You suck at threats," I said before hanging up. I was done with him.
I dropped my phone and laid back, rubbing my face with my hands. I was sore and exhausted and I hated that man with a burning passion.
