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CHAPTER TWO: the weirdo on maple street

Perseus Ward wasn't sure how it had happened. One minute he was lying on his bed,resting and trying not to move to much and further more hurt the injuries,and the next he was flung outside in the rain. He had only been out there for a second,already soaking as he had hit the ground.

The boy turned,groaning and was about to yell. But,the glare his father gave stopped him. "Find a place to stay."

Perseus was confused,he was lost. He didn't understand what was happening at the moment. Maybe I could just stay in the tree house. He bit his tongue,keeping a comment from flying from his mouth.

He looked at his father,then seeing the red stains on his face. He let out a rough breathe,rolling his eyes then the door was slammed closer.

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Perseus Ward walked in between the spaces of the desks. He ignored the two boys,as well as the teacher and made his way to the back of the class.

His hoodie was up. And his jacket was a size to big,wrapping around him and hiding any bruises he had. "Perseus,you know the rules,no hoods up in school."

The boy cringed,tilting his head at getting caught. Should I pretend I didn't hear him? He felt eyes on him. It was something that he had always felt. Of course,he thought it was just him being paranoid. But,it wasn't that this time.

He licked his lips,string them before bringing his hands up to his hood,gripping it before ripping it downwards,but never lifted his head to face Mr.Clark. Not that it helped. He heard gasp,people seeing the bruises.  "Who'd you fight this time?"

"Are you okay?" Perseus lifted his head,now giving them the full view of his facial injuries. "Yeah,I'm fine. Just had to teach someone a lesson. Can you believe that they had the nerve to say something rude about the missing Will Byers?"

He was getting to good at lying. To good at coming up with a believable lie on the spot. But,he didn't see the problem with it. He didn't seem to understand just how bad it had been.

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Perseus didn't know why Dustin Henderson was chasing him down the hall. But,when he heard his name being yelled he had immediately froze,turning to the voice.   He didn't realize he had held his breathe. "Dustin,Uh,what's....you need something?"

"Mr.Clark said you needed help in his class,remember?" The memory quickly flashed through his head,the boy immediately nodding. "Oh,yeah,right. I've actually got a few papers in my bag,hang on."

Perseus shifted the bag in his shoulder,moving it the the front of him. He shoved his hand onto the bag,moving papers around until he came up with the correct papers. He had handed them over to Dustin without even looking at it. "Is this blood?"

His eyes widen,looking up. And yes,there was blood drops on the papers. "Uh,Yeah. Sometimes in the moments of me being stressed or aggravated I get nose bleeds." Another lie,coming from his mouth before he could have even thought of it.

Dustin seemed to believe it,just nodding. He was getting really good at this lying thing. Too good.

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Perseus had given Dustin the number of his landline. Along with giving him a rule about calling him. Which had made the boy question on why he had needed a schedule to call Perseus. "My dad works a lot. Hardly gets any sleep."

He didn't give a second glance at Dustin,instead taking off the opposite way. I'm so screwed

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Perseus was carful walking into the house,even picking up the bottles on the floor and placing them onto the counter. I'll put them away later

He immediately regretted not running to his room and locking the door or just picking up the beer bottles.

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Perseus poked at the split lip, wincing back. he had made the dumb decision in angering his father, knowing how he was.
"Mother-fucking piece of shit asshole." He muttered lowly.

He was tired of having to lie and make an excuse that he let his temper get the better of him with the wrong person.
Although, technically, that part wasn't the lie. It was just the way he phrased it. The way people assumed he was taking about someone his age.
Not some forty-two year old man who was his father.

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Perseus ran to his room, his father right behind him, turned quickly opening his door before slamming it shut and locking it. He pushed in a chair in front of the door, then moved towards the window.
He jumped.

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