Adam's POV
"I believe in you...Adam"
He stood up from his bed. Waking up wasn't the best thing in the world, especially with the vivid dreams he has. Same one again. That dream occurred more than any other and yet every time it was just as new as the first. Well, I should get ready. I'm not making a late entrance. Steadily he got ready making sure nothing was left behind. Almost forgot Grabbing a small pendant, he tucked it into his jacket. I don't know why but I think I should keep this with me. He could hear the screaming of his parents. There they go again. He sighed as this wasn't new to him.
"Please tell me John! What are we going to do about those bills!? This is the 3rd time you've done this!" his mother exclaimed.
"I DON'T NEED TO TELL YOU SHITTTTT. MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!"
"You're drunk John! It's that addiction! You've spent the money for bills on that drinking habit! For once can't you think of our family!"
Slapping her across the face he threw a bottle of empty beer to the ground. His stern eyes glared at her.
"SHUT THE F**** UP DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY MONEY! TALKING TO ME THAT WAY WAS IS DISRESPECTFUL AS SHIT KNOW YOUR PLACE!"
A red mark formed on her cheek as blood trickled down.
"Y-Your money?! I've been working graveyard shifts to make that money! Y-you can't do this to us!"
But it was no use. He grabbed her by the hair and screamed at her. Throwing the woman to the ground Adam watched as he spit on his mother. There was nothing she could do even she realized that. Watching hopelessly as the Father grabbed his wallet and headed towards the door.
"Move it punk I'm trying to leave."
Turning his head away from his father's face he stated "Get a mint your breath reeks."
"The fuck did you say to me?"
"What did you not understand me? Is your drunk brain not computing? Want me to spell it out for you einstein?"
Whipping around his father smacked him into the wall. "Better watch your tongue brat."
"Yeah? Better watch your degenerate brain never know when it could fail."
"Don't talk smart with me boy!" Throwing a chair across the room towards Adam.
Ducking he grabbed a rack of plates and began to throw them at his father each one breaking upon impact on his dad's face.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" His father now running towards him at full force. Grabbing his son by the collar of his sweater he pinned him to the ground.
"NOT SO COCKY ARE YOU BOY?"
Looking around Adam grabbed the half broken bottle of beer and smashed it into his father's face. Screaming with pain Adam Grabbed the broken chair and slammed his father with it. Furious his father punched him in the face sending Adam to the floor. Quickly he grabbed the wallet and marched angrily towards the door.
"THIS SHIT BETTER BE CLEANED UP WHEN I GET BACK!"
Slouching to the floor Adam leaned against the wall. His mother rushed over with frozen peas as an ice bag.
"Its alright I'll be fine mom."
"Nonsense here." handing him the frozen bag of peas he held it up to his left eye. He watched as his mother grabbed a broom and begun to sweep the battlefield away. After a few minutes the pain had subsided and the peas had thawed. After placing them in the freezer he saw his mother sitting on the torn couch. Her eyes were heavy with thoughts and pain. His mother caught him looking and smiled,
"You better get going or you're going to be late"
Nodding he kissed her goodbye then headed out the door.
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