Sometimes Evan counted his blessings when it came to encounters with Damien, he usually walked away mostly unharmed. This time was a little different for him, the demon actually lost whatever was left of his temper and struck him. The tall Goth was lucky to walk away with his head attached, but he was defiantly going to have a mark. A reminder how his sass got him into trouble, but that would fade away along with the lesson learned. All that was on his mind was drinking his coffee and smoking his cigarettes, maybe put some ice on his face to keep the swelling down.
Stepping up on his porch and opening the door, only to meet eye to eye with his father.
Evan’s father was a little taller then Evan, he also wasn‘t as thin and awkward looking. A fuller body and more muscular, a slight gut beginning from lack of exorcise. The two shared the same nose and facial structure, just his father had bigger bags under his eyes. They even shared the same curly black hair, although his father’s hair went to his shoulders. Evan was his father’s son, they even shared most of the same snark and temperaments. Its probably what drove them away from each other, the two holding a secret spite towards the other.
“What did you do to your face, boy?” the heavy Romanian accent questioned, observing him quietly before Evan narrowed his eyes. “It caught a fist, I‘m not in the mood to deal with you” Evan said brushing past his father, heading to the kitchen. The older male followed his son, it may not have been a sort of concern or maybe it was a way to piss him off. Evan didn’t quite know what was going on in his father’s head, most the time he was high on morphine or whatever he got his hands on. “Who did you fight this time?” his father asked, watching Evan bring out the coffee can.
“Nobody” Evan stated, glancing up at his father who learned on the door frame.
“Evan, what happened to your face?” another voice asked, this one belonged to his mother. She wasn’t very tall, in fact she stood to his shoulders. Unlike him and his father, she was a little lighter in complexion; She also had a much fuller and curvier build compared to the two of them. Layered blonde hair with bright blue eyes, she was a typical milf. At least Evan believed she was, just by the way people looked at her when they were in public. She also worked full time at a local spa, so she kept on top of many latest fashions and trends. Most of the time she was too busy to bother keeping up with Evan, the extent of her managing Evan‘s life was giving him trims when his hair became too long.
“Its nothing” Evan said before he felt his mother touching his developing bruise, wincing a bit at how tender it became. “We need to put some ice on that” she mentioned, looking in the freezer for a bag of frozen vegetables. “Don‘t waste perfectly good ice on that, if he doesn‘t want to acknowledge it let his face swell up” his father said rolling his eyes, his mother’s feathers were already ruffled. “Well, I really don‘t want his face turning as pudgy as that developing beer gut you have” she remarked, as his father folded his arms. “Oh, I‘m sure your one to talk. Your weight may as well get its own orbit at this rate” his father sneered, his mother turning.
“David, I really don‘t want to go at it with you”
“Then maybe you shouldn‘t have started your shit”
The two had a good start for giving a crap about Evan’s face, but it slowly rolled into low shots at each others weight and appearances. It didn’t phase Evan they were openly arguing anymore, when he was eight he’d find a way to hide in his bedroom until the screaming stopped. It had never turned physical between them, they only threatened to throw the other one out on the street. They were empty threats, the house needed his mother to pay the bills and his mother was too kind to throw his father out. Pouring himself a cup of coffee and taking a sip, he decided to go to the living room and sit in there until they were finished with their argument.
The TV still couldn’t adept without one of those HD cable box converters, so it just meant they would throw on any VHS that looked interesting. Evan watched whatever movie his dad had on previously quietly, it had to be the Omen. It was the last movie he wanted to think about since it contained the one person he didn’t want to look at, deciding to find a book near by to read before his father returned to the room. “Can we watch something else?” Evan asked getting a glare, he took it as a no before returning to find a book from the stack next to him.
“You were in a fight with somebody, can I at least know who?” his father asked, only receiving the same glare from Evan. “That’s not an answer” he pointed out, “neither was you answering if we could watch something else” Evan argued. The two were silence, until the part where the lady was hit off the step ladder by Damien. Evan couldn’t help but scowl at the little fucker, before glancing at his dad who was watching Evan quietly. “What do you want?” Evan mumbled as he tried to look back at the book,
“I want to know who your getting into fights with”
“If your attempting to care, its six years too late”
“No its eighteen years to late, who the fuck are you fighting with?” he asked again, it only gained a glare before Evan got up to head upstairs. It wasn’t a surprise to Evan that his father was a major dick hole, but it still upset him that he openly reminded him. Entering his bedroom and shutting the door, collapsing on his bed face first. Arguing could be heard from the living room, the night became a typical one in the Negrescu household.
