Unexpected

1.

[chapter i]

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Summer of 1976 the moon shines over the bright stars that sat still in a polka dot formation. An array of cars line up along the dry concrete in the not so quiet neighborhood.

Everybody and their mothers could hear the ruckus coming from the chaotic house. A mother screamed while she watched her husband and son rough each other up.

"John, stop before someone gets hurt!" She yelled to her husband who didn't seem to acknowledge her. He continued to sling his son around like a rag doll, breaking the glass table and ruining the furniture. They fell to the floor and the elder woman didn't know what to do. Her pulse quickened with everything they did.

John managed to get himself on top of his son to hold him down whereas he put up a big fight. He pressed his face against the scratched wooden floorboards, earning a groan from his son as he tried to escape. The seventeen-year-old boy bucked his hips, turning over now dominating his father, giving him blows to the body and face. He saw nothing but red while he let out his pent up rage on the motherfucker that caused his angriness.

Meanwhile, his mother continued to cry and scream for them to stop their fighting and act as a father and son should.

"Prince!" He took a hard knock at the face, grunting and rolling over to regroup himself. John breathlessly stood to his feet and looked angrily at his son. His mother helped him up, checking his eye but he gently brushed her off.

He raised his shaky finger. "I want you gone, ya' hear? Don't you ever come back here to this house again. You understand me?!"

"John—," She tried to reason but John was just about done. Never in his life did he think that he and his son, his own flesh and blood would be throwing fists at each other. He wasn't raised that way as he knew that if he acted this way against his own father he'd get the ass whooping of his life.

"No, I'm through with him! I gave him too many chances. It's time for him to go. Get out, I said!"

Shit, you don't have to tell me twice.

Prince turned, heading for his bedroom but suddenly walked right into his father.

"Came here with nothing, you leave with nothing."

A scoff was heard before he looked bitterly at John. "You know what, keep it. I don't care, I don't need any of this shit. I don't need you either. John."

He trudged towards the door but his mother refused to let him leave. He hugged her.

"No, honey, don't leave, don't-," She begged.

"Ma, I'm sorry but I can't stay here." Then he just left.

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𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊

The night got darker and darker as I ran to my favorite person's house. All I wanted was to be around her and all of this would go away. I knew she wouldn't treat me like crap. She always comforted me, she listened. Every second of every day I spent with her I knew that I could come to her for whatever, no matter the circumstances.

I arrived at the two-story yellow house with brown and white additions along the front and side. I then felt the millions of butterflies flutter in my abdomen as I approached the side of the house.