I am mad. Can you picture it?
It is nothing but a whisper inside of me, which is pushing me to do this. It is coming, growing in me. I want to taste at least this revenge; yes, revenge. That fucking word that just boils in you from time to time and that you fight not to lose control, reason. But I want to feel how they feel, to be a moonwalker, a city lover, an out-of-law that people would respect and fear at the same time. Not that poor boy, constantly getting beaten by his crazy father since childhood. Not anymore. No, that isn’t going to happen anymore. I’m here; I’m in front of him, facing his threatening posture. For once, I don’t need him anymore. And I am not afraid of him. The words flow and I can't stop them - it's like they jump off from the border of my lips and I can't swallow them back.
« I’m eighteen, you can’t expect me to do what you want, now. If I want this, I’ll have it – you ain’t stopping me. I don’t need your fucking rules! »

My heart is beating against my chest, like if it is asking me to go out and run. But I can't let it, can I? Gwenhwyfar is still there, moaning for us to stop challenging ourselves. She must be so fed up with it, oh yes. But how does she dare to do this to me? How can she not stand on my side? Why is she so neutral like this?
« How dare you speak to me like this? » he pronounces, showing me his yellow teeth.
« I dare because you forced me to. » He knows it. He shivers a moment. I know it’s his weak part. He cannot hurt me anymore.
« I’m warning you, you son of a bitch! »
Gwenhwyfar is crouched in a corner of the living room with her hands hiding her eyes, red from crying. I can’t really understand what she is muttering; I’m too irritated to show any tenderness to anyone. Why is she crying like a freaking baby again anyway?
« Be careful with what you’re saying about my mother, you idiot. » I can’t come to that point. I can’t aggress him, I can’t get as low as him. But I have to say, it is terribly difficult to control myself.
« Whatever, if you come back home with a tattoo, I’ll beat you to death. » Hah, silly. Maybe he thinks my tattoo will eat him at night or swallow his dirty apartment? I don’t know why he is that afraid of tattoos, but anyway. Nobody is going to take that idea from me. Plus, I’m sure it’s just another point, another excuse, so he can touch me. Huh, but I ain’t letting him.
« I’ll be sure not to. I hope it’s the last time I’ll see you, dad. » That last word is so hard to pronounce. I don’t even know why I am saying this. I guess it’s just to remember him I am, after all, one of the bearers of his own blood. I'm his son.
Better grab my bag now, I think it is time for me to leave this prison. I look down at Gwen’. Also better to shut my mouth, or I’ll make her cry even more. I know how far my voice can get, how dreadful and scary it can turn – I don’t wanna use it with her.

The air outside never smelled this bizarre. It’s rather cold. But my veins are boiling, I feel my blood running down and up to my heart; my breath is just a cloudy heat in the darkness of the street.
Where?... I don’t have any ideas. Maybe Jack will let me stay in his house for a bit. Or Samuel? Urgh, I’m already exhausted. I didn’t sleep last night, which makes it rather difficult to … wait, what’s this? Someone stalking me already? I turn around in a glance, thinking it was maybe my father. But no, it isn't. And oh surprise.
« You have to come with me, Gwen’. I can’t let you near him, he is pissed off and who knows if he isn’t going to do the same thing to you. »
« But… Sithrim, I’m a girl. He can’t-. »
« And I am his son. »
How on earth can she be this naïve? She knows how violent he is. How idiot, stupid and horrible man he can be. Sure, she’s a girl. But I am his son, how can she possibly don’t see that even though I’m a boy, ... I’m his son? Just like she is his daughter?
« Very well. » my voice never sounded so bitter, or at least I think. « If you change your mind, I’ll possibly be at Jack’s if he is ready to give me a hand. Take care sister. »
Heh.
Maybe you’re better off this way, Sithrim.