I have this plot, but I need two things.
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Thread Topic: I have this plot, but I need two things.
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(YES YES YES YES)
"I just wanted to tell you that I brought a friend," he weakly said, waiting to get hit or something along those lines.
A physical blow didn't come, but an emotional one did.
"You? Friend?" The man let out a raspy laugh, heading back into the kitchen. "Whaaatever, Luke." Luke slid his teeth together, pulling Professor from his shoulder and holding him to his own chest. -
Jack glared at Lukes father as he walked back into the kitchen. He wanted to seriously go give him a piece of his mind. He was very close to doing so.
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Luke hung his head, going down the hallway to his bedroom's door. He pushed it open, sitting on his bed. Times like this made him quite upset, but Professor usually cheered him up.
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Jack finally decided to help Luke out. He was going to try and... talk to Luke's father. "I will be right back." Jack said to Luke as he headed towards the kitchen. Jack was not afraid of getting hurt. In fact he was afraid of hurting Lukes father.
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Luke sighed, feeling as though Jack would pull yet another risky stunt. He felt tired, however, and pulled off his backpack, laying on the bed. He kicked off his shoes, tossing them aside. Professor did what he usually did, climbing up Luke's hoodie. The cat laid down once his head popped out from the top. Luke shut his eyes, not even really caring that the cat hurt his injuries that he had inflicted onto himself a mere few days before.
Luke's father sat at the dining room table, then, taking swigs of whiskey as he completed various type's of paperwork that was boring. He stared at the words, placing checks in the boxes he felt needed one. -
Jack walked into the dining room and stood behind Lukes Father. "Ya know, Drinking messes's with your eye sight." Jack replied with a half death stare half glare towards the man.
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"I can see perfectly fine, ya damn kid." He furrowed his eyebrows, checking off more of the boxes. He began to write something under one of them, a suggestion as to how his workplace could improve.
Luke kept petting the kitty until he felt relaxed enough. He started to drift off. -
"Damn kid? Thats all you have, to call me? Weak. And you know, Drinking IS bad for you. But a guy like you is.. apparently all about bad. No wonder you are hated." Jack watched the man closely, waiting for a threatening action.
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He ran a hand through his hair, gnawing his lip's corner. "I'm very busy doing important things at the moment. Pester me some other time, why don't ya'? Hated, my ass," he scoffed, continuing to write.
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"There won't BE another time." Jack walked in front of the man and took a seat at the table and glared at him. "Abusive. Horrible. Mean. Cruel. Unclean. Nasty. Hm... Should i go on?" Jack knew he was asking for a death wish but he was ready for anything that was coming his way.
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"I'm nothing like his b---- of a mother was to him. I drink, big deal. Piss off, please." He cracked his neck, his foot tapping impatiently. This kid was really getting on his nerves.
"I love you, Professor," Luke said before drifting off. -
"The world is polluted with dumb---'s like you." Jack stood up and grinned. "Yeah, i will leave you to your quote on quote *Work*" Jack then smirked a little and said "And i am sure you are just as worse as his mother." Jack had his hands in fists as he stared at the man.
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"Thanks," he simply said, heading onto another page. He decided to ignore the teen's words, irritated out of his mind. He knew there was no possible way he was worse than Luke's mother. After all, she was in prison, and he was not. Well, not yet, anyways.
Luke snored nearly silent, Professor pawing him soothingly. -
"Do you even CARE about Luke? Do you even CARE you almost drove him to suicide? Do you EVEN CARE he is hurt!?" Jack shouted angrily, ready to punch the man in the face.
(I have to go, bye!) -
(Okay.)
"Go away, now. Or I will never let you even talk to my son again," he seethed, staring at the boy. He blinked heavily, bored with the conversation.
Luke pulled his comforter over himself, Professor finally sleeping, as well.
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