Chapter 2
LONDON
London, England
July 7, 2020
“Then fuck all of you!!!”
“Get the fuck back here!” I hear my father screaming from downstairs.
I barged into my bedroom and slammed the door angrily as I feel my fists shaking in anger after having another unhealthy argument with my dad and my elder brothers who think they’re always the better sons because they follow our dad’s orders. Orders, orders, fucking orders even if it isn’t something you want to do. I shove all the clothes I can pack inside my luggage angrily, grabbing one after another, no longer checking what shirt, shorts or trousers that I was putting in. I can’t be in this household anymore because it’s too toxic even though the people living in this home is my own family.
“Harrison!” Mum barges inside my room and walks towards me. “What in bloody hell are you doing?”
“I can’t be here anymore mum.” I answer as I shove more boxer briefs inside my luggage.
Mum follows me, “You don’t have to leave. Please honey, just apologize to your dad and tell him you’ll follow his steps and—”
“Why is everyone in this household so selfish?!” I stopped from packing and exclaimed loudly at my mom who looked shocked that I cut her off. “I told you and dad what I wanted to do with my life and if no one will support me on it then I’m leaving.” I grabbed my luggage, my surfboard and stepped out of my room while my mum follows me and tries to continue leading for me to leave.
I reached the living room where my father is looking at me hatefully together with Elvis Scott, our eldest, and Frank Scott, the second son. Mom joins us as she pants while chasing me and pulling the luggage from my hand as I tried pulling it away from her.
“Harry you know this is a bad decision.” Elvis tells me, the always Mr. Right among the three of us.
“When was my decision ever right in this house anyways Elvis?” I asked him angrily.
Frank walks towards me, and unlike Elvis, he’s more gentle and less like dad or Elvis. “You can’t leave Harry. We can always talk this over, right dad?” He asks as he looks over our dad.
Dad stares at me angrily and with a lot of disappointment in his eyes. He never looked at me with pride in his eyes because ever since I was young, I have always been the son he has hated so much because I am the only son that never follows his command in this household unlike Elvis and Frank.
“Harrison honey please you don’t have to leave us.” Mom cries as she hugs me on my side.
“The house won’t be the same without you.” Frank adds.
I never grew up under my dad’s care because I have grown up under my grandmother and grandfather’s house since my parents had a separation before I was born. Dad cheated on my mom when she was carrying me so mom went back to her parents’ house bringing me with her as soon as I was born and leaving my two brothers with my strict father.
When I was six, my mom and dad got back together and we had to go back to my dad’s house but I still spent most of my weekends with my grandparents since it was more of a home to me than this house with my dad in it. I have always been distant to my father and my two brothers because they never made me feel as if I was a part of this family. My dad never made me feel as if I was his son because he never seems to listen to what I want to do, instead he forces me to plan things for my life and decide things for me.
“Why don’t you let the black sheep of this family finally leave? Let’s see what a complete failure he already is with all this surfing madness he only prioritizes in his life.” Elvis, my dad’s perfect copy, commented with despise.
“What’s your fucking problem?!!” I rushed towards him and slipped out from my mom and Frank’s grip as I grab onto Elvis collar with one hand before I threw a strong punch right on his face. Elvis crashes to the couch and accidentally hits the vase with his hand which caused it to shatter.
“Frank stop Harry!!” Mom screams.
Frank runs to me quickly pulling me away while dad gets in the way and pushes me hard that made me fall to the floor. “Harry! Stop fighting! You’re already hurting mom.” Frank says.
Elvis stares at me angrily as he winces on the spot I punched but before he can throw a punch at me, dad pulls him away. “Enough Elvis.” He said strictly.
Dad looks back at me as I try to stand on my own even though Frank tried to help me. “Why didn’t you let your most favorite son hit me, huh?!” I yelled at my father. “He’s always has been right in front of your eyes ever since anyways!!”
Mom pulls me back while she continues crying. “Harry please. Please that’s enough.”
“No it isn’t enough! Ever since from the beginning dad, you were never proud of me! You’ve always thought the lesser of me because I always disobeyed you. I always knew you’re embarrassed to have me as your son! And I don’t blame you, because I am as fucking stubborn as you!”
“Harry! That’s enough.” Frank sounded authoritative.
“Oh shut up Frank. We both know how you hated becoming a director!” I snapped out.
I glued my eyes on my father who still chose to remain silent towards me. “You know, what? Ever since I was a kid, I have always wished that you were never my father!!” I screamed.
Dad landed his huge fist on my face causing me to stagger while Frank thankfully catches me.
“If you want to leave then get out of my house!!” Dad screams at me, pointing at the door.
“Jackson!!” Mom screams as she wraps her arms around me. “You don’t mean that! You’re not letting Harry leave! This is his home!!”
“This is not home.” I answered mom.
She looks at me with so much tears in her eyes as I travelled my eye back to my father, “This was never my home. No one really saw me as a son in this house aside from you, mom. Let’s all admit, Elvis is a famous music producer as what dad wanted him. Frank is now an award-winning director as what dad wanted him. Then there’s Harrison Scott, a son that dad never wanted to have.” I say.
I feel my tears flooding my eyelids as I tried my best to hold it back, “You know what dad, or shall I say, Mr. Jackson Scott? You can be happy now because the son that you despise the most is now leaving this hell that you have created for me! You can’t force me into becoming something that does not make me happy! I’m never going to be in the same household as you! I hate you and I hope you bring those words with you in your grave!” I grabbed my luggage and my surfboard and headed out of the house while I hear my mom calling out to me.
She chases me out towards my car, begging me not to go. “Harrison, honey…. Please… Please my baby don’t leave us. Please Harry.” She cries as she holds my cheeks.
“I’m so sorry mum. Take care of yourself okay?” I kiss her forehead. “I love you.” I got inside my car and drove away, leaving my mom crying by herself.
When I reached the road, my tears began to flood my cheeks as I tried to blast some pretty loud music inside my car to void out the anger and sadness I am feeling inside me. I clenched tightly onto my stirring wheel as I continued crying by myself thinking about leaving my mom like that.