"What to do... What to do..." Evan said to himself as he scratched his head harshly, as he walked along the side walk; gaining weird looks from people. "Hmm.." He looked up, his deep brown eyes searching the area, it was getting dark which meant he would have to go back to his own hell; home.
He slowly walked home each step causing his heart to beat faster, he knew he was out to late and his adoptive father would punish him for that. He finally made it to the old apartment complex, walking through the rusted gates and towards the steep wooden stairs. He went to the door and knocked lightly, hoping his adoptive parents would not hear and he would have a reason to leave this cursed place.
His hoping did know good and he heard the squeaking of the locks unlocking and the door creaking open. He winced as him arm was pulled hastily inside, it was his adoptive mother someone who actually cared for him.. Unlike his adoptive father. she had a worried glaze in her eyes.

"He got drunk and is in the bathroom, if your quiet enough, you can get to your room without him noticing." She whispered as she hugged him quickly and pushed him towards where his room was. He was nearly to his room until the old floor creaked with his step, and he heard the sound of the toilet flushing and the door swinging open with a loud bang. His father looked at his dead in the eye, his eyes filled with rage as Evans were filled with fear.

"What are you doing, being out sssooo late at.. night?" His father asked drunkly.

"I-I lost track of time." Evan said quickly, causing his father to laugh."

"O-ho really now?" His father asked as Evan nodded his head with a gulp.
"Well maybe you should learn your lesson, so you won't loose track of time again." A smirk drew up his father's face. Quickly his father grabbed a empty beer bottle and throwing it at Evan who attempted to dodge it but a shape piece slice across his cheek as it fell to the floor. His father only shrugged with a slight smile. "Well, that's your fault." His father said.

"You could have blinded me!" Evan yelled angrily.

"Awe come on, it's just a scratch!" His father yelled back.

"Dick.." Evan muttered as he looked away, a small trace of blood trickling down his cheek.

"What did you say to me?!" His father yelled furiously, Evan remaining quiet.
"That's it!" His father yelled as he stomped towards his and grabbed the collar of his shirt, and cocked his fist back and slammed it down on Evans face. Evans mother watched in the background, being completely helpless. These harsh punches happened three more times before his father decided to stop.
"Hopefully that'll teach ya a lesson about calling me a dick." His father said before spitting on Evan.

[[ Props to you if you know where I got that 'you could have blinded me' scene!
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