“Colton!”
Shoot. What had he done this time? Every time Jason shouted Colton’s name the two of them began bickering. Hank would rather them come to blows than shout and scream back and forth until the wee hours of the morning. He had to get some sleep. Some people did have to work to pay the bills. If only he could afford an apartment where the walls weren’t so thin he heard every move and sound his neighbors made.
“You worthless piece of crap!” Jason's words stung as they flowed through Hank’s bedroom wall and into his head.
A dark, red-haired woman might have well stood over his bed, waving a single sheet of paper with a single red mark on it shouting those very same words. His mom never let him forget how sorry of a person he would become for failing to get perfect scores on all assignments in school. Look where her berating got him, in the midst of a dump apartment, listening to a couple of men fight each night while he works his rear-end off each day to try and save up enough money for night school thanks to his mom gambling away what money his dad left him when he died.
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