11-24-2010, 04:44 AM
Adrian walked down the street, around a corner, took the backstreet behind the bar and through the woods to get to his house. As the door opened his father's voice filled the silent air between them. "What is this about you spray painting some rich girls car! Do you know how much that's going to cost us? Sometimes I think you don't even use that brain of yours! You bring in good grades, you have a good effort in class... but why make all of those stupid decisions?" his father's chest was rising and falling from not breathing properly while yelling at him.
"I got it handled... I got a job after school to pay off the money she'll need for that paint job... don't worry about it..." he began to walk up the steps, only stopping when his father began to rant and rave at him again about the money, and where he would get it from.
"What do you mean, 'I got it handled' ? Do you know if I find out you're selling drugs I'm coming after you... with my shotgun, when you see me you'd better run like a bat outta' Hell, 'cus that's the only way you'll survive!" His mother ran into the room, trying to stop the commotion his father was causing so the neighbors wouldn't call the police again.
"Honey... honey calm down okay? Everything will be ok-" his father slapped his mother, cutting her words short, gripping the railing that led up the stairs, the only thing stopping him from going back down the steps and fighting his father. His mother gave him a pleading look, sending a message with her eyes, telling him to go upstairs and don't worry about a thing.
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