When i walked home from Aaron i felt a bit drunk. My mind slowed down. I looked down at me. I wore a yellow print T-Shirt, which doesn`t look too though. Looking at my arms i understand why Aaron said i have to build up muscle. They are looking skinny. My pecs are flat and i have no real abs. On my way home i smoked two more cigarrets. At least i have enough money to buy them, because of my part time job. When i went through the city i bought another bootle of beer. It felt really good to drink beer. It relaxes so much. Because of my drunken haze i didnīt recognize that i shouldnīt smoke at the front door, when my parents are at home.
(They donīt know that i smoked since one year).
And my dad saw me.
He shouted: "You little pice of shit". Your brother is such an bad role model for you. He certainly gave you this cigarette. Come to me boy."
My father beat the cigarette out of my hand. He said to me: "Before your brother got on the wrong way, you were always the bad one. You stealed, you skipped school, you shouted at me, but now you are my only child left and me and my mother love you more than you could imagine."
I got a few meters closer to him and said: "Perhaps you love me, but before my brother changed nobody cares about me. So....shut up! I shouthed into the face of my dad.
He recognized that i was drunk. Now he got really angry.
He shouted and cursed at me and screamed that he would kick me out of the house if I wouldnt respect him.
My mum steps between us. She wanted to appease my dad. She said i am a teenager and everybody gets home drunken for the first time in this age.
But my dad got more and more angry. After all he hit my mom in the face.
This was enough for me. I also hit him hard into the face. I think i broke his nose, there was blood.
Oh shit i thought, what if he will call the police. What should i do? Run of to Aaron or stay here and call the ambulance?