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~ Chapter Thirty Three ~
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~ Prying Huntress of the Night ~
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~ July-Thirteenth ~
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~ Eight-Years-Old ~
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~ Jake's POV ~
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Feet dangled from the kitchen stool, as I snuck birthday ice-cream into my mouth, teeth filled with braces. It was a school night but still the horrific nightmares and pain ringing in my ears continued.

"Where have you been? You reek of alcohol again," my mother said, as I felt her judgment through the walls of the house.

"I've just been out with my buddies, relax woman," my father laughed.

"Woman, really—" my mother sighed, "Don't you dare lie to me, again! I've known the truth for months now. I know you've been cheating on me," There was a pause through the thick air between the two of them as my mother continued, "Are you surprised that I found out or surprised that you got caught?"

"I'm surprised that you even took notice because you hardly notice anything anymore. Am I wrong?" My father questioned my mother as I knew her too well and she never backed out of a fight.

I gulped down another heavy spoonful of ice-cream as I listened to my parents argue with each other. My parents have always hated each other ever since I understood the meaning of hatred and betrayal. This is because of sneaking around and finding out the truth on the internet. You might say I am not very intelligent for an eight-year-old kid, but with my parents so distracted hating each other, I have learned a thing or two.

"You're so disgusting. You're revolting to even look at and I want to puke at the sight of you," my mother made puke-like noises then paused, "How could you? How could you do this to me and your son?"

"Don't bring Jake into this. This is because of your doing. You are too overbearing and I needed a break from your constant controlling," my father breathed through his nostrils as he always does when he is mad.

"I only want is best for Jake and you know that, and you ruined it," my mother began to sob leaning up against the wall with a thud.

"What, controlling Jake and forcing him to do every sport known to man and no video games or no friends? I'm sorry to inform you but that isn't parenting, that is controlling his life. I'm surprised he doesn't hate you already but he will, just you wait and see," my father laughed, floorboards creaked underneath his weight as I presumed he stepped closer toward my mother.

I finished my last spoonful of ice-cream and shoved the tub into the overloaded freezer. I cleaned up my spoon like no one was in the kitchen eating a midnight snack on a school night. My mother would have killed me if she found out I was awake at this hour of the night. While tiptoeing through the hallways, I listened closely.

"I have the best intentions for him so he can have a career in the future," my mother sniffed and continued, "And I see you don't have the same intentions as I do?"

"He is only eight years old, for Christ's sake, woman. You can't do this to Jake. You need to let him be a kid for once in his life," my father grunted and punched a wall.

"I can see that, I'm not blind. I know he is a kid, but there is a point in life where you need to grow up at some point, and why not when he's young?" my mother questioned my father with a quivering voice.

"I'm sick and tired of this and I'm sick and tired of you! I'm done," my father said, as I knew he threw his arms up in the air in anger.

Halting at my bedroom door I reached for the door handle, stepped inside and shut the door behind me. I swerved around the mess of the room and hid underneath my bed sheets, still able to hear the full effect of my parent's argument.

"I'm sick of your drinking and I'm sick of you! And I no longer want you near Jake!" my mother said standing her ground.

"How dare you threaten me and my son!" my father screamed at my mother and punched another wall.

"You're not good for him, you're a bad influence, and see, you have anger issues," my mother clarifies. "And you're acting exactly like your own father and you loathe your father. You're a pathetic hypocrite."

"I don't care what you think of me anymore. What I do care about is my son and I know he will grow up loathing your guts. You don't believe me? Watch him grow up and hate everything you do and one day he will finally realize how much of a narcissistic manipulator you really are!"

The more that I listened to the disagreement the more I wanted to punch a wall myself. Anger boiled throughout my entire body as I grind my teeth together. All of my being wanted to jump out of the bed and punch a wall, but if I gave into that part of myself then I was no better than my father, and I hated the thought of that imagery.

"Get out! I don't want to see you ever again! I hate you! Get out!" my mother cried out louder in pain which caused me to cover my ears.

"Fine, whatever. I would rather Jake hate me for leaving instead of him not being able to stand you when he's older!" my father said breaking furniture.

"I hope you rot in hell with your girlfriend, who by the way, is twenty years younger than you. It'll never last," my mother huffed as her stubbornness was at full effect.

"Screw you, oh wait, I already did that and regretted it," my father yelled, storming out the front door as the door slammed with a thud. After my father left, my mother cried out in pain for what felt like hours.

Why cannot I move my body? Why did not I go comfort my mother or chase after my father? Is he fully out of our lives? Do I have to live here? Can I live with my father instead? Do I really want to live with him? I do not want to live here but I have nowhere else to go. Without my father, it is going to be hell.

My breath hitched in my throat as I lost hold of my thoughts. Underneath the sheets, I pulled my legs to my chest and covered my ears just in case there may be more yelling. In order to calm myself down, I named all the swimming strokes there are and counted how many strokes I would have taken while swimming laps. Counting how many strokes I stride whilst in the water, calmed my nerves and works while I was stressed.

Suddenly hands pulled the bedsheet off my quivered body, drawing me into a forced hug. My mother somehow always knew when I needed comfort but I needed to be left alone, however, I cannot seem to move my body. My mother's arms pinned my own arms down so I could not push her away.

My mother sobbed as she mumbled on my shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Jake. Your father left without saying goodbye. He's gone, forever." I did not say anything so she continued, "At least you have me now and I will never leave you behind like that bastard did."

"Why did he leave?" I said in a small voice. Acting dumb, I knew what the answer would be.

"Your father left because he hates us and doesn't love us anymore. No wonder why he left, we're such a disappointment to him and he couldn't stand to live with us anymore. I'm so sorry, Jake, but without him in our lives, it is for the best." My mother finally let go of me, stood up and ironed out her apron with her hands.

"Okay," I said no more than a whisper and nodded my head. Laying down on my side with my back facing my mother, not wanting to talk or see her for that matter. She twisted the story. Why am I not surprised?

My mother sighed behind me, "Anyway, you definitely need to clean up this messy room of yours tomorrow." The heels of her shoes clicked on the wooden floorboards as she shut the door behind her.

Yep, I am definitely in hell and I wanted out already! This is the worst birthday ever!

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~ Chapter Thirty Three ~
~ Dedications ~
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HeliiBoh
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PeterPetruzzella
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