“You are going to follow behind me whether you like it or not. So I suggest you get used to it.” He said as he began walking to the doors, apparently he thought this conversation was over.
“No.” Was all I said in response, and that seemed to irk him; stopping, he slowly turned around he looked even angrier now. It didn’t bother me, but I knew my response bothered him. Our conversations would normally go this way, despite the whole household wanting peace between us. My father knew he didn’t have total control over me, and that down right made him mad. Without speaking he could tell my brother what to do, and my brother would do it—mostly out of fear, nothing more nothing less.
“What did you say? It’s not your decision whether or not you follow behind me it’s your duty. You’re already like me in so many ways, doing this would get you more like me.” And that made me mad, the last thing I wanted was to be like him, sure I look like what he did when he was younger, but then so does Daniel. But he would only play that card with me and no one else.
“Since it’s my life it’s my decision, you can’t control me forever. You know that, and it’s made you scared hasn’t it?” Those remarks made him clench his fists; he looked tired so I suspected he didn’t want this to last forever.
Next thing I knew I felt a punch land on my face, pushing me back to the desk. That told me he was mad about something, and he just wanted to pick a fight with me to let out his anger. I palpated my left cheek, and moved my jaw around, well at least he knew how to land decent punches. “Doing what you want will only bring failure, you will do what I said, and you will get it done tonight.” And that was the last thing he said before leaving the room. Still palpating my face, I sat down in one of the chairs. A sigh left me as I picked up the piece of paper I looked it over, there was so much on it. How could he expect me to get it done? But that was the least of my worries. With my father saying what he did about me failing, spoke volumes. It probably meant that his father was the same way with him no doubt.
My thoughts travel elsewhere, the rest of the gang and me were supposed to be getting together later on tonight. Since it was only about five or six o’ clock. I would think about asking my brother if he wants to join in our operations when he’s a couple year older, since he’s twelve right now it would be better to wait a while before getting him involved. I would work on this stuff later. I could handle my father when the time would come. I stood up, scratching my head as I walked out of the room, leaving the pile of books on the desk with the piece of paper on top. I would find my own way, you could say it was because of my own stubbornness, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be more like me, and less like him. That was my goal, my only goal, I will accomplish it.
