《The ThickGirl and The Badboy》Chapter 22 : Problems.
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**Day before School**
I woke up with a loud thud coming from downstairs.
Usually I would just let StepMonster deal with it, but I then heard this loud scream coming from a woman...
My eyes opened instantly, and I sprinted out the door following the crying that I then heard.
"What the hell happened?!" I yelled looking towards my stepmother who had her hands pressed against the side of her face sobbing, and my dad curling his fist angrily.
"It's none of your fucking business Bryce, now get the hell out and leave your mother and I alone."
My brows drew together, I was about to respond with, "Shes not my mom!" But Danielle responded first , "Henry," She choked out, "He has the right to know..."
"Shut the hell up Danielle! He's my son! And I'll tell him whenever I want to!"
"Tell me what Dad..?" I raised my voice at him.
"Get out." He said in a scary calm voice, his dark eyes staring into mine.
But I stared back at him, and without loosing his gaze I said, "No. Not untill you tell me what's going on."
"Honey.." Danielle began.
"Don't you dare Danielle! " My father raised his fist at her.
Danille glared at him, and bravely got up, walking towards me.
With her hands against my shoulders, she whispered, " Bryson, your father has decided to leave his business in Charlie's hands
when he passes away..."
I was alittle disappointed really, I thought she was finally gonna tell me about my mom... but this news only angered me.
I was his fucking son.
By blood.
And he has the audicity to give it to my crappy step-brother and wasn't even planning on telling me?
"But I'm his fucking son!" I yelled, pushing Danielle away from me. "I'm your fucking son by blood Dad! How, how could you do this to me? I thought I would be the one leading it, you..you promised me Dad... "
My dad gave Danielle an evil stare, then met my fucking eyes with no emotion visible and said in a cold voice, "Because you're a fucking disappointment Bryson. I tried giving you the love you need, I even cleared your name to go back to this shitty little town you call your home, but all you've done is screw it up! You never cared about your grades, you've never done anything to prove yourself besides getting drunk-"
"You act like you don't! You act like you don't cheat on Danielle here with other women that you do "buisness" with! Don't be shaming on me when you're no better." I yelled at him with gritted teeth, my nails digging into my palms as I curled them up tightly.
"Henry no!" Daniele shrieked, but it was too late, the air was knocked out of me and a throbing pain immediately started forming on the pit of my stomach.
I was on the floor now, cluthing my stomach. I couldn't think straight, I only heard my father's voice, "You want to be a tough guy and stand up to me, eh? C'mon get up," He pulled me up from my shirt and got close to my face, " Punch me, punch me right here.." He pointed to his cheek, shaking me violently when I didn't respond, "C'mon hit me! You want to yell at me again! Hit! Me!"
When he saw that I still didn't respond he slapped me with his ring hand, "You son of a bitch.." He replied, throwing me back on the floor, and storming out.
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I groaned in pain, and coughed up what looked like blood.
"Bryson!" Danielle cried in distress running towards me, "I'm so sorry..." She tried to pull me towards her, but I forced myself up rejecting her.
"No! Get the hell away from me! I don't want your pathetic sympathy !" I barked at her, vanishing out of the room.
A tear fell down my cheek as I ran down the stairs to get out of the house.
I never thought my own dad would do this to me, I thought this year I had a chance to start things over with him.
Be a family again even with my mom gone.
I guess it was too good to be true.
I drove to the nearest bar and requested something strong.
The bartender smiled at me, looked me up and down then asked, "ID ? Sirr.." He emphasized sir as if I was just a middle schooler asking for drugs.
I slammed my fake ID against the table.
He looked at it then asked me what I wanted.
I answered him, then made myself comfortable in the seats.
This was what my Father was talking about, always getting drunk.
Well fuck him.
I do what I want.
"Here you go Mr.Anderson." The bartender slid me my drink.
I took a sip, and almost choked as a girl walked in, she was wearing silky pants and a bra, her hair curled down her back, she had the most amazing smile walking in.
My eyes scanned her over, she was slightly curvy, nothing like ThunderThighs' figure but she still looked good.
She looked like a good time.
A good time.
A time to forget.
"You come here often? " I asked once she sat next to me.
"Only to dance." She voiced in a sweet melody.
I took my hand out, and she smiled, then led her out to the dance floor where it always begins.
.........................
'Beep beep beep'
My conscious woke up, but I didn't.
'Beep, beep, beep..'
'What is that sound? Where is it coming from?'
The sound made my head throb in pain, I couldn't think straight, I couldn't even remember my own name.
Why was something ringing in the middle of the night?
My eyes wouldn't open they didn't want to, not even my body responded when I wanted to get up to turn whatever that was ringing off.
A knock from the door shooted pain back into my brain.
"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled plopping a pillow over my head to die the sound.
"Bryson your gonna be late for school! " A boy's voice belted from the other side, his fist still colliding with the fucking door.
'No no no no, not school. It's barely fucking two am !'
"I'm not going to school! Not right now, not later! " I yelled back trying to go back to sleep.
"Very well, I'm sure Dad will like to hear about your excuse."
Immediately my eyes opened, and my whole body finally responded tumbling towards the door.
"You do that, and I'll make sure you regret the day you wee born." I growled at Charlie, trying to intimidate him, but instead he only chuckled, his blonde hair falling back as he did so, " You can't hurt me, Bryson. You know you can't. Dad will kill you if you do, " His blue eyes trailed me up and down then came closer to my face, " Now why don't start getting dressed, starting with some pants? Your dingaling is showing."
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I glared at him then shoved him, slamming the door so he could know how mad I was.
"Fucking shit." I cursed punching the alarm clock off, my feet carrying me to the bathroom under the sink trying to find meds for the throbbing headache that was consuming my fucking head.
You'd think that after a billion times of drinking the hangovers would hurt less, but it seemed to always get worse, hurt more. But that's what Advil is for right? To cure any pain that shoots up your body?
Wrong. That's what buddies are for.
: Pick me up at 8, bring some meds 4 hangovers u already kno wats up
Message sent.
As much as I hated how I smelled right now, I couldn't afford to shower, I was running late already. So I only slipped on whatever was close to me and left as quickly as I could without anybody noticing.
At least I tried to...
"I know you're behind me Danielle. I can feel your fucking eyes looking at me all guilty, so save your fucking apologies and never talk to me again." I didn't look back at her, I couldn't. I hated the way she looked at me, as if I were just a small puppy lost in the streets with no where, or no one to go to.
"Bryson please, hear me out." She pleaded, sensing her closer now.
Before her disgusting hands could make contact with my shoulder, I slammed the door on her face, which probably wasn't a gentlemany thing to do but hey, I've done worse.
My smile lit up once I saw my teammate appear.
"Damn Bryce, you look like shit man." Brian snickered reaching over to open the passenger door for me.
"You got the stuff ?" I asked him with my palm open.
"Yeah man, you know I do." He reached into his pocket and got out some pills.
And ofcourse they weren't bad, like drugs. I would never put poor, pathetic, innocent little Brian in trouble like that.
"Thanks." I replied popping two in my mouth.
"So what's the occasion?" He requested, pulling out of the drive way.
I leaned my head on the window, while tapping my thigh with the other and answered simply, "Family problems."
He shook his head understanding, and didn't push me to explain.
That's what I liked about him most, he didn't ask questions when I wasn't in the mood, it was as if he understood what my mood was each day.
Probably because we've litteraly known each since toddlers. Or so he's told me.
"So are you still gonna make it to practice?" He changed the subject, in which I appreciated.
I sighed, and dragged my hand across my face, " I honestly don't know, but training is training right?"
"Coach will beat your ass if you miss anymore, the seasons almost starting Bryce, gotta start off right..."
"Brian trust me, if I could I would. But things aren't going very well these past few weeks."
"You mean years, it's okay to have bad times man, but that's why you gotta pull your shit together to make them right. "
He had a point, as much as I didn't want to admit it, but my silence said it all.
Neither of us talked through out the whole car ride after that.
And when we got to school, people kept starring at me.
Not because of my good looks this time, but because I looked like shit.
Like I didn't know that already.
The whole morning people kept asking me if I was okay, as if they really cared about my mental health.
I knew I'd have a hard time in third period with Koleen in that class.
I wanted to avoid her, but how could I avoid someone who I was atracted to?
And I don't mean atracted to her as in her looks, even though she was super hot, but atraction as in like a magnet. Like I was drawn to her.
But not today, I couldn't afford to tell her what my father thinks of me.
She'd think I'm not good enough for her, and I'm not but I don't want her to know that.
Not while whatever we have is going on.
'Just ignore her Bryson, it's all you could do.'
'Yeah..' I told myself.
'She'll probably not notice me by talking to her little friend...'
But just incase, I came in a minute before the bell rung.
And there she was, sitting comfortably with her head leaning on her hand, wearing matching sweats that clung to her body loosely.
"Mr.Anderson, please come here for a sec." The stupid teacher called to me, I walked towards her with a frown on my face.
So much for coming in discreetly.
"Bryson, I'm really loving your work these past few days you've been here. You have a B right now in the gradebook, and I'm willing to change it to an A if you show up more okay?"
I didn't answer her, I couldn't. I could already feel Koleen's eyes burning the side of my face.
In other words watching me...
"You may take your seat now, but remember.." Miss.Pier winked at me, and went to go gather her stuff to start the class.
As I walked towards my seat, I made sure to look anywhere but at her.
Her friend wasn't here, so that means it would only be the two of us in the table group.
'Fuck, out of all days why today?'
Her eyes searched me curiously, and once I sat at the end of the table she still kept on starring.
Which means she was gonna ask questions.
So she tried getting my attention by whispering to me, "Hey!" I ignored.
"Hey!" I ignored again.
"Bryce, Bryson! " I can't talk to her, not today!
"Are you seriously ignoring me right now?" She asked with an angry tone.
"I'm not in the mood right now." Was all I tell her.
Then she reached over to grab my hands, which were warm and soft like dough.
"Then talk to me." She pleaded. " I thought we were friends."
I looked at her, my eyes searching hers.
Then I opened my mouth wanting to tell her everything, wanting her to tell me everything was gonnna be okay, and just squeeze my hands in reassurance.
But I couldn't. Instead, acid pooled out of my mouth. "Friends? You really thought we were friends?"
Pain took over in her eyes, and I swear it hurt to see her like that again.
'Don't say this Bryson. Don't hurt her, like your father hurt you..' My heart, and head told me.
"Ouch." She mutters then turns around, ignoring me.
I regretted what I said big time.
But that's what I do, I push people away by hurting them. We all do. So why did this time feel like someone dumped bricks all over me?
I thought I could talk to her after class, but she raced off.
Not even throughout the day did I see her, it was like she was avoiding me.
That didn't change the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about her, after practice I paid one of the boys to drop me off at a store a little outside of town.
It was the only store that sold me drugs without asking for parents permission.
After buying some sleeping pills, and anxiety pills, I decided to take a walk around.
Reminiscing all the mommies it held when I came here in my past.
It hadn't change since I left.
As I was about call Brian again for a ride, I hear voices.
An old voice from the past, some part of me didn't want to run into him, but something told me to check it out.
And sure enough, my intuition was right, because that asshole was holding my girl.
Why was he holding Koleen?
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