Game On

Chapter Five

My parents almost never came home. They both had really high-end jobs that required them to be always away. Aside from that, they hated each other with tangible passion. Even more than their hate for each other was their combined hate for me.

According to my mother’s sudden outburst one evening when I was a kid, I was the reason her marriage was ruined. When I was born, their romance died. She was no longer beautiful and shapely. Carrying a child had ruined her shape. My father no longer found her attractive and no longer paid her any attention, instead took his interest to other women. So, she did the same.

Sighing, I contemplated driving to Ashley’s house and saying there till they left. Deciding that that was the coward way out, I got out of the car and grabbed my bag from the passenger seat before walking to the house.

Just like always when they’re together, the house was filled with sounds of argument when I got in. The sound was coming from the kitchen, but I didn’t bother checking as I closed the door, took my shoes off and started up the stairs.

“Kyran get in here now!” I heard my dad boom when I was halfway up the stairs. I should have gone to Ashley’s. Sighing, I turned around and went into the kitchen. He was sat on one of the chairs around the island and so was my mother. Their faces were contorted into frowns and they weren’t looking at each other or me. It would have hurt if I wasn’t used to this already.

“is that any way to treat your parent or didn’t see our cars in the drive way?” dad asked me finally looking up from his laptop.

“Sorry sir!” I’ve long since learned at no matter what they said to me, it was easier to just apologise even if you did it or not.

“Don’t you know how to say anything else boy? Or does being a fagot make you stupid as well?!” he yelled coming to stand in front of me. The fact that I turned out to be gay made them even madder at me.

Something must have happened at work, because his face even more twisted than it usually was. He looked livid and the fact that I was choosing to be quiet was pissing him off even more.

“Answer me!” he shrieked in my face. Before I could blink his fist connected with my jaw with a deafening crack and I found myself on the floor. I bit back a cry at the pain that was radiating through my jaw. I’m sure broke something.

“f*****g wimp” he hissed again as his feet connected with my stomach and I curled up in a ball to protect my bruised body as he continued to rain down punches and kicks on me.

I couldn’t help but think what happened to get this mad. The most he’d ever done to me before was a slap or a punch and he would send me on my way. As usual my mum was tapping away on her laptop as my blood stained the wooden finish of the kitchen floor. I swear my face was swollen.

Finally, after what felt like centuries, he let up but not before spitting my face. I lay curled up and bleed from the multiple bruises on my face and body, staining the floor and my cloths.

“Well, if have finished killing your son I would like you to take a look at the divorce papers that I had my lawyers draw up. I’m going to be flying to Peru for a business meeting and won’t be back for a while that should give you enough time to look them over” I heard my mother say through the sound of the blood rushing around in my brain. I think he broke my eardrum.

“I’m a busy man, I don’t have time for such things” my dad said. I heard the sound of the sink running and I guessed he must be washing my blood off his hand. I wanted to move and give them their privacy, but my body was in too much pain.

“ha-ha” my mother laughed as she came to a stop in my line of vision. I could only see her shiny black heels though. My mother doesn’t like it when I look at her and so I can’t remember the last time I actually looked at my mother’s face. I sometimes forgot what she looked like. “You must me be joking. You have nothing to do. The last I heard you were fired from your useless job for sleeping with your boss’s wife. i***t” my mother hissed before walking away.

“Come back her Julia! You cannot walk away from me! I am still your husband!” he shouted. I just chuckled quietly. Serves him right. The little s**t.

“Not for long!” I heard the door close as my mother left the house.

“s**t!” my dad hissed, and a drinking glass hit the floor mere inches from my face and shattered sending its pieces flying at me. I managed to bring my aching arm up fast enough to cover my eyes. “This is all your fault you little s**t. If you were never born! Fagot!” he hissed again sending another kick into my stomach.

“Get up and clean this mess up now!” he shouted before storming off up the stairs. I couldn’t help but think that he was finally getting hat he deserves.

It took me about an hour to get up, clean the floor then drag myself up the stairs to tend to my injuries. I skipped school the next day.