Colton unlocked the front door and walked inside. He went upstairs to take a shower and to change out of his sweaty soccer gear. After his shower, he slipped on a pair of loose, gray sweatpants and a white wife beater. He trudged into the living room to watch a game of football. He knew his mother was at work and his dad, well Colt had no freaking idea where his dad was. Colton reached for the remote to turn on the television. He,then, sat back on the couch and pretended to watch the t.v. It was hopeless;he knew he couldn't concentrate on the game. Colt leaned forward, then rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. After a few minutes of just holding his head and resting listlessly, Colton looked over to the outlandish trophy case that holds all his accomplishments of various sports. He realizes that why did he even try. It's not like his parents actually cared. What was the point of accumulating so many awards, when his parents thought of him as worthless. After forty-five minutes or so pass, Colton heard the front door open and then slam. Soon, his father steps in with shirt buttoned up slightly, and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He had half an empty beer bottle in his hand and eyes were heavily bloodshot. Colt decided to ignore his dad and hope for him to go about the rest of his day, or maybe go up o his room or something. No such luck. He saw his dad stumble into the living room."What the hell are you doing? Wasting electricity, you worthless prick!"
His words slurring slightly. Colt completely ignores him again. He didn't want another confrontation with his dad.
"You ignoring me, you piece of shit!" His dad roared.
His dad got bolder. He started punching Colt repeatedly. The punches didn't do anything to Colt because this wasn't new and he was the captain of the football team. But then, his dad did something new. He punched Colt in his eye, and he immediately felt his eye begin to swell. Colton just laid there and took it. After a few more weak, drunken punches, his father spat on him. Then, his father staggered out of the living room and up the stairs. Before he could feel relief, Colton felt something whizz pass his face, and split into a thousand of shiny pieces. He felt a couple of shards slash his face and then blood began to run down his face. Colt looked over and saw his father smirk and stagger out of the living room. Colton repressed his anger. Colt got the dustpan and broom to sweep up the shards. Colton ran up the stairs tithe bathroom. He opened up the cabinets and grabbed the band-aids and the disinfect. After he cleaned himself, Colt went to bed. The next morning, Colton looked at the bus stop, and thought how he couldn't wait to get to his safe haven-college. He went to his car and made his way to the school.
