Post by Isaac Norton on Aug 26, 2010 20:55:23 GMT -5
Isaac was waiting until the shoutings stopped. And when it did, his door flung open and his father was standing at his door with a huge scowl on his face. Isaac spun around in his swivel chair and stood up, holding his chin up high for whatever his father decided to do to him. His black eye was more pronounced now but the bruises on his father's face were even more prominent. He didn't allow himself to feel proud of himself for having done that to his own father. It didn't make him any better than Henry.
"You can't keep doing this to me, Isaac." Henry pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice cracking up slightly. "I can't keep having that axe over my head. I know what I did was a mistake, can't we just leave it at that?" the look on his father's face surprised Isaac. Never in his eighteen years living under the same roof with the tyrant had he seen that look on his father's face. Suffice it to say, Isaac was beginning to think the man really did have a heart.
"It was six years ago. Move on." Henry said. "Like you have dad?" Isaac retaliated. "You slept with your best friend's wife the night she died and you chose to blame Todd for being drunk that night. And you forced me not to be friends with the girl you practically shoved on me when I was six. Now, you're trying to break Peyton and me apart just because we chose not to let your stupid rivalry come between our friendship?"
Isaac looked down on the floor and shook his head. "It took a lot in me to let her go last night dad. She thinks I'm being sent away. For all I know, I'm gone by the time this conversation ends. But you have to know this dad. I am in love with-"
"You have no idea what that means,"
"I sure as hell know it means I can't imagine my life without her in it!" Isaac's voice raised on octave. "You have no idea how important that girl is to me, dad. She has been my one constant when you ragged on me day in and day out. She made me feel like I was worth something when you constantly put me down."
"I needed you to be the best."
"No, you needed me to be your punching bag. You needed me to feel good about yourself. As long as I was feeling sorry for myself, you could be happy." Isaac approached his father, grabbing the lapels of his freshly pressed shirt. "I can't stand looking at you touch my mother when you think about Todd's wife. I've had enough of your ridicule and I am not going anywhere. I am willing to move on and forgive you for any stupid mistake you have done to me. Just do not keep me away from Peyton. Don't you dare."
"You can't keep doing this to me, Isaac." Henry pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice cracking up slightly. "I can't keep having that axe over my head. I know what I did was a mistake, can't we just leave it at that?" the look on his father's face surprised Isaac. Never in his eighteen years living under the same roof with the tyrant had he seen that look on his father's face. Suffice it to say, Isaac was beginning to think the man really did have a heart.
"It was six years ago. Move on." Henry said. "Like you have dad?" Isaac retaliated. "You slept with your best friend's wife the night she died and you chose to blame Todd for being drunk that night. And you forced me not to be friends with the girl you practically shoved on me when I was six. Now, you're trying to break Peyton and me apart just because we chose not to let your stupid rivalry come between our friendship?"
Isaac looked down on the floor and shook his head. "It took a lot in me to let her go last night dad. She thinks I'm being sent away. For all I know, I'm gone by the time this conversation ends. But you have to know this dad. I am in love with-"
"You have no idea what that means,"
"I sure as hell know it means I can't imagine my life without her in it!" Isaac's voice raised on octave. "You have no idea how important that girl is to me, dad. She has been my one constant when you ragged on me day in and day out. She made me feel like I was worth something when you constantly put me down."
"I needed you to be the best."
"No, you needed me to be your punching bag. You needed me to feel good about yourself. As long as I was feeling sorry for myself, you could be happy." Isaac approached his father, grabbing the lapels of his freshly pressed shirt. "I can't stand looking at you touch my mother when you think about Todd's wife. I've had enough of your ridicule and I am not going anywhere. I am willing to move on and forgive you for any stupid mistake you have done to me. Just do not keep me away from Peyton. Don't you dare."
