Note: Although this just happened I felt like it was too much to handle. No not ISIS, terrorists, North Korea, Donald Trump or any of that. No I'm talking about a broken family in a normal looking home. This is sort of based off a real problem I have with my family and this sort of stuff happens a lot. Relax I'm fine but the brokenness of a family is real. Trust me if my parents could they would get a divorce. Although rather than just sounding like a teen going through depression I'm using one of my favorite characters (who reminds me of my brother) to describe it. Enjoy

Axl POV:

It was a fall Sunday night, normal to say the least. Mom was cooking chicken downstairs while my dad and little bro worked out in the living room. While I stayed in my room doing boring algebra homework. But, after an hour of working I decided to take a shower. Not like I wanted to but my mom would've yelled at me otherwise.

Although it was what happened after is what scared me.
I just turned the water off when I heard people arguing from downstairs.

"He's my father you ass!"
"Fuck you, he doesn't need a fucking car!"

Of course it was my parents, always arguing. The norm for me but recently it's more or less quick instead of an hour long thing. I've learned to ignore it but with the silence of the bathroom with the occasional drips of water the argument was loud and clear.

They were arguing about my grandfather Magnus again. I was just at his house earlier, a bunch of antiques lived there with him. Besides Romeo and Fred who rented out old rooms upstairs. Fred working non-stop having multiple jobs to pay his dept along with bills, Romeo lost his job about a year ago and since then he mostly cooked for Magnus. Overall a nice guy, though rumors lurk that he actually killed someone. Magnus (who I called pops) was an immigrant from Italy, if you can say that. Technically he was only a little kid when he came to the states with his family but to be honest I have no fucking clue.

To be honest I don't know why my parents even argue over him anymore, that's the reason Romeo and Fred live with him. To help around the same house my mom was raised in. Truth be told I think my dad is just jealous, his parents died before my brother Lukas was born. Both being killed from all the smoking and drinking, not to mention the seizures. The only way I know about them is whenever mom starts to rant about how much of a burden my dad is on her life. I sort of agree, there's no love in that relationship. When I say none in mean it, none, nothing, zilch. I'm surprised they even got married, but a world without an Axl is a world I don't wanna live in.

Still from the quietness of the bathroom I could hear the argument continued. Arguing about pops and his appointments for his back and buying him food. It's not his fault he's so old, I think he was in a war once.

But then I remembered that my parents were fighting. My mom always sticking up for pops, "If it wasn't for him we wouldn't even have heat in the house!" Which was true, if he didn't give us money to pay for a heater we would still be freezing to death.

Finally getting my pajamas on and brushing my hair I hear a loud CLANK! I recognize that sound anywhere, it's the sound of dad's rusty old thirty pound weight. I could only imagine what he did to mom with it. Then I heard things falling over, nothing glass thankfulness but I could still hear it. Opening the bathroom door only allowed me to hear more yelling, trying to get away from it I hid in my room. I never usually hid from the arguments before but I was terrified about the thought of being scolded by my dad. Talking about crap like how I'm a spoiled white kid, but to be honest I'm anything but spoiled.

I wish I was sleeping because only a few minutes later mom called me down for dinner. Not wanting to keep her waiting I rushed down the stairs and grabbed a plate, only to sit at the dinner table alone besides Lukas. All while dad watched the game and mom washed the dishes. That's how it was most of the time, sometimes we wouldn't even eat at a table. Dad would eat on the couch, mom would eat in the master bedroom, Lukas would eat while writing, and I eat playing video games mostly.

Looking at Lukas it was hard to tell he was actually my bro. He looks nothing like the rest of the family, we all have dark brown or black hair and his is blond. We have dark eye colors and his is blue. He's a writer and we're all fighters. But we love him all the same, even if dad keeps bringing up how he came out wrong in arguments. He was there listening the whole time to the argument and didn't do anything, not even say a word. We both just ignore it at this point, but I remember once when he actually ran away for the night. It was another Sunday night, the usual arguing and stuff. But although it was about me and not Lukas, he still ran off into the night. Turns out he stayed with pops that night, how he got to a whole different town without getting caught is beyond me. He did come home but wasn't grounded.

Dad not grounding him is the reason why he drops me off at a random location and makes me walk home sometimes. Oh I'm sorry dad have you forgotten that it's not the 1970's? Most times I would be dropped off at the bad side of town. People would carry guns and get mugged all the time, worse rape or murder. I was actually mugged once, thank God I didn't have my phone on me. The bastard took my wallet thought and I was stabbed, thanks Dad you really care about your kids. Still he's unforgivable, even as I'm telling you this he pulled Lukas out of his chair and made him do squats.

None of us complained, he did that often. None of us tell him secrets hence our lack of trust. None of us like him or want him to be in our lives but we're stuck with him. He manages to pick a fight with everyone and I mean it, everyone. He can't handle his own crap he flips out, it's why we don't trust him with anything. Lukas hasn't even told him about his girlfriend, only mom and I know. It would be a nightmare if dad or pops knew, both would be a little... racist towards her. Jesse I think her name was? Hispanic girl, real pretty but smart too. Always having a plan for tough situations, or just winging it.

Hell even with all the good things about her dad would just send her away for the fact that she was a Hispanic. Probably just yelling at Lukas and saying, "Why don't you be with that Petra girl? At least she's the same race, if she doesn't burn in the sun." One way or another he was offensive to everyone. God I hate him so much, but what can I do? It's only a matter of time, once Lukas turns eighteen we're all booking it out of here. I'll be in college, mom will finally get a divorce, and Lukas will probably run away with Jesse. From a so called 'idiot' even I know there's some chemistry between them.

But that's only a dream. Lukas is only sixteen and next year I'll be kicked out of the house. Who knows when Mom with actually get a divorce, and nobody knows when Dad will finally snap and kill us all. Just like those murder shows he leaves on all the time while he's passed out drunk on the couch.