Sunday 8.00 P.M.
The streets around me begin looking familiar.
'Take a right here', I tell John,' we're almost there.'
He takes a right and I can see my house.
'Here it is', I say when we're right in front of my home.
'I'll miss ya, kid. Take care!'
'Thank you for everything, John.'
I give him a hug and walk to the front door. I can hear John and Becky driving off. I put my hand on the doorknob. I don't want to go inside. I don't want to see my parents. Suddenly the light in the living room turns on. I hear heavy footsteps coming towards the door. Towards me. It's my dad. I get scared and take my hand off the knob. I back away from the door. The light in the hallway turns on. The footsteps get closer. I turn around and run. I run away. Away from another slap in the face. Away from another fight. Away from another problem. Too late.
'Where the hell were you!?', my dad screams.
I stop running and slowly turn around.
'Mason reply.
'Mason? You were with Mason for more than a day?', he asks angry.
I put my lips together and try not to make eyecontact. I nod my head.
'You spend more time at that dickface's place than at your own.'
Dickface. The word brings tears to my eyes. I can't control my anger and scream:' Maybe there's a reason for that!'
'And what would that be?', he yells back.
I hesitate, but can't control myself. At the top of my lungs I scream:' YOU! YOU'RE THE REASON, YOU IDIOT!'
I'm still standing at the end of the driveway, but I can see his face turning completely red. I can see the anger in his eyes. He balds his fists and takes a step forward. Slowly but surely he gets closer to me. I keep my back straight and look him directly in the eyes. Something I usually never do. He stops in front of me and gets his face close to mine. I don't move.
'You get your ass inside my house, or off my driveway for good. Your choice.'
Without giving my time to answer, he turns around and walks back inside. I stand and think. Do I keep on living this horrible life, or do I fight for my dreams? Do I play save or do I leave with nothing on me. No money, no phone, no nothing. Do or don't? Leave or stay? Listen or fight?