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Christian practically runs home, excited to call up Aaron and tell him the news.

Nate gave Christian his number and told him to hit him up whenever he can because he was thrilled to meet Aaron. Nate looked over a lot of the work of Aaron’s that Christian had on him and was seriously impressed.

Christian gets home and bursts through the front door.

His father, who is usually passed out drunk, is standing in the kitchen with the refrigerator door open. He turns towards the front door when it opens and glares at Christian.

“Sup?” Christian asks, closing the door behind him.

“Sup? I get a call from the school saying you’re suspened for inappropriate behavior in the classroom, drive down to the school only for you not to be there. Now I have to come home to my last beer gone?” His father slams the refrigerator door shut.

“I walked home, sorry.” Christian mumbled, putting his backpack on the floor near the front door. “Where’s mom?”

“That bitch is at the liquor store taking her jolly fucking time.” His dad growls. He’s wearing a plaid shirt and jeans with holes in the knees. He’s bald and his eyes match Christians, only there’s no life left inside of them.

“Okay.” Christian starts to walk towards his room.

“Suspended from school?” Christian hears his had storm into the living room.

Christian doesn’t think anything of it, but then he feels a fist slam into the side of his face.

Christian is thrown to the ground by the powerful punch. Next thing he knows, his father is on top of him beating him senseless.

He kicks from underneath him, trying to throw him of but his father is far too strong. He tastes blood in the back of his throat and realizes he’s bleeding from God knows how many places. His entire body is sore, especially his ribs. His father stops beating on him when he hears the front door open.

Christians mother is standing in the door way with a bag full of vodka and a 30 pack of Coors Light. She looks her usually cracked out as always.

Christian leaps up off of the floor, grabs a few things from his room and leaves the house.

He cries as he makes his way up his street and towards Aarons.

He wipes the blood from his face with a towel he grabbed back home.

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