Welcome To BlackDown
|Chapter Two|
Jack**
I sighed in anger as my mother threw my bag into the bed of her old beat up pickup truck, Looking at me expectantly.
I gave her an evil glair and crossed my arms.
"Might as well just take that fucking bag out of there because I'm not going to a damn nut house. I'm fine and you are just being dramatic." I spat, shifting my weight onto my right leg.
"Jack, You punched a kid at school because he stepped on your shoe. You get angry so easily and you are not taking the medication Dr.Parker prescribed to you. It's in your best interest that you get into this truck, now."
She tried to act intimidating but was failing, I tried to hide the smirk but, Was also failing.
"Jack Barakat, Wipe that smirk off your face before I come over there and slap it off" She threatened "Look who has the anger problems now, Mom." I boasted in a cocky tone.
She groaned. "Look. You know you need this. I don't care if I have to call the cops to take you to Blackdown. You are fucking going." She snapped. I scoffed. "I don't need to go, Mother. I don't need the pills, I don't need Dr.Parker. I'm fine." My voice raised slightly.
"Listen, You ungrateful prick" My father shouted from the doorway "Get in that fucking truck before I make you get in the fucking truck. We're sick of your bullshit. And you need help."
I rolled my eyes "Fine. But neither of you ever even think about visiting me. The moment I step into that hell is the moment you lose me as a son."
I snapped, slamming the old truck door closed.
My mother getting in moments later. "Jack, sweetie..." My mom started "Don't." I say, not letting her finish. "I don't care what you have to say. I don't care about anyone in this family anymore." I heard her choppy sigh and smiled to myself.
Deep down, I knew I didn't mean what I was saying. Deep down I knew I had a problem. But I just didn't want to admit it.
So I sat the whole 2-hour drive, not saying a single thing to my mother. I didn't even say goodbye when these two men, Practically manhandling me, took me inside.
I furrowed my eyebrows in anger. "I can fucking walk myself you know." I snapped bitterly. "Were simply following the rules Mr.Barakat." The one on my left said. I scoffed at that.
I held my look of anger and disgust the whole way up the sidewalk. But the look instantly melted into curiosity when we stepped through the doors and I saw a skinny boy walking out of an office looking room.
We made eye contact for about 5 seconds before his face contorted into fear and he walked quickly in the other direction.
My first thought being: I need to know more about him.
