Dandelions [PART 1]

Chapter 102: The Best Son

JUSTIN'S POV

My father, George, went inside my bedroom with my final report card on his hand and found me playing mobile games on my phone, so what? It's summer and I can rest as much as I wanted to.

"Why are you playing mobile games on your phone? Aren't you supposed to be studying?"

I sighed as I drops my phone on my bed, "Dad, it's July, school starts in August." He is pissing me off, to be honest.

"So? You have to be more prepared, you're starting 11th grade and you have to be extra serious about it. In 2 years, you will be in college!" Dad started raising his voice at his son because he doesn't want me to be a failure or to stand in 2nd place.

"Dad! Just give me time to enjoy myself, I'm tired of studying!"

Dad gasped and started mocking me, "Ooh! Oh! Tired? The only thing you have to do is study yet you're tired? Goodness, if you don't study and didn't graduate, you're useless"

"Why dad? You only thing other jobs are useless because you didn't even think of taking a closer look at them"

Dad laid a finger at me, "YOU DON'T DARE TO ANSWER ME LIKE THAT!"

He had my report card all year, "I am still not contented that's why I have been silent for 2 months, you can actually achieve a hundred, but why did you only have a 99.9 as an average?!"

"Dad!" I couldn't believe that my father's standards is so high that he wanted more that it has becoming unrealistic.

"a hundred isn't allowed yet"

"It isn't allowed, because you didn't allow yourself to get a hundred, if you get a hundred, schools will allow their intelligent student to have a hundred!" Dad wanted so much more, his son is the top student but in his eyes, I am a failure.

"Dad" I stood up, "Are my efforts never enough? Is 99.9 too low for you?"

"Yes! 2nd is the first to lose!"

"I am not second! I am the top student of Wilston, why are you forcing me to achieve unrealistic things like this?!"

Dad smacked my head out, "You are gonna be the inventor! I want you to make the impossible things go possible! That's how you get the respect"

I started yelling at him, "WHY DON'T YOU DO THAT YOURSELF?!"

And not a second has pass and I received a slap from my own father, the slap is so hard that dad's hand left a red mark on my cheek and stormed out of my room.

I, who appeared to be fearful, felt the disappointment, and slowly broke down into tears.

My life is a never ending cycle, I grew up being an achiever, so I should remain one, if not, I will be a disappointment.

I can't take it anymore, I pushed myself on the bed with full force, hitting my head on the bed rail as I cried my heart out, if only I could just end my life because this is so frustrating, dying early is better than being pressured unrealistically.

And other people thought I had it easy, no, I want to die! This is so depressing, I wish I wasn't born to these parents!