Expectancy

prologue

*This chapter is in Jack's perspective*
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It wasn't long until college reopens for its second semester. I don't even have the will to come back into that hell-hole for what it may seems- could just be another fucked up ride of school bullshit and everlasting boredom from your new "friends."

However, no one could escape it anyways. Not even you I suppose. Ha.

"Jack! School is coming, have you prepared your shit together!" Mom wailed from downstairs. The sound of her waking up the mornings with obnoxious clatters of spoons and plates were enough to trigger the neighbors into insanity. Not to mention she once did, and that neighbor immediately left town.

"I'm not going to fucking go Mom!" I yelled back in disgust knowing that in a few seconds, her mood was going to change completely as I said the same thing twice today, maybe even more.

In a flash, her footsteps came storming up the stairs towards where I am. Frantically I was prone to being smashed by her bathroom slippers but it looks like she was going to verbally murder me instead. Her eyes were shot directly towards me, causing me to jump a step.

"Say that again young man and I'll do more than what your father can do." She stated with anger. Everything about her just seems so petrifying, her eyes, mouth, the million layers of makeup and the bright red Hanna Lipstick she bought from Walmart.

Ever since Dad died, her trait of being a great "mom" fell into the gutter. Not long after that, she started doing drugs, alcohol and sometimes took her days off of work to enjoy getting free lottery tickets near Main Street. Well of course, if she changed, then I changed too. You can tell of how bitchy I was in the situation we're in.

"I'll say it a thousand times," my words caused both of her eyes to widen. It could've been worse if I continued, "and I'll say it a thousand more."

Oops.

I gave out a sort of an "innocent" smile and practically stood there, mistreating her like an unknown family member. Heck, she just doesn't even feel like one anymore. Being with her felt like holding over a stray pooch with nothing but the leather choker around its neck. Anytime it would just pounce onto you and probably maul your whole face off.

She smirked then scoffed, "You little shit."

She then turned her head to find my phone charger on the table and this signaled me that she was going to do something. Immediately she wrapped the wires around her wrist and held the charger's head in her palm before lifting it up in attempt to hit me. Me being the agile person I was, managed to dodge her move while pushing her into the desk. She wailed in pain as I ran down the stairs to grab my beanie and jacket.

"This is why our family can't be peaceful! You're always starting everything!" I yelled out at her.

"You're a fucking asshole Jack!"

"Says the one who couldn't even shut her mouth up for being a slut! Which is you Mom!"

I walked up to the front door and slowly crept out into the open neighborhood where there was nothing but the dead silence and the constant appearance of bystanders walking over the roadside. Mom's screams were followed by an evil cackle (one that sounded like that Green Nosed Spider Thingy in Caroline) then it slowly settled into an inaudible state, easing myself into a void of temporary happiness, which wouldn't last that long.

Not knowing what to do next, I tucked both of my hands and walked down the porch onto the pavement. I took one glance back at the house, for a second I felt nostalgic of the old Sherbee (a stupid name our family came up). She was about a hundred years old and dad told me the house was passed down from generation to generation. Dad was a good man, to me I suppose. He'd give me all sorts of gifts and bring the whole family to the diner on Sundays. Everytime he comes home, I'd be waiting at the door watching him park the old Prius into the driveway before coming out with a bag of pretzels from his office. But that all ended after he died of cancer, brain...cancer....

It was as if the whole world wrapped itself over me, putting on weights on both of my shoulders that forced me to bend down with my emotions everytime I caught a memory of him. That one pain in your chest could last a decade, knowing that a part of you was gone just only makes it worse. It was a tidal run in life for me a few weeks later and the first problem was not "the teen-age syndrome" but my very own mother. Like I said, I don't give a shit, not even one-

*bang!*

"Holy black BAYTINS coffee bajeebees, what the fuck was that?!"

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Hi there, Bear here, so whaddup...I know this is an awful start to the story but I promise I'll make it even better for the next chapter! Thanks for checking this book out too! It means a lot to me :D

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