Damian
I stare at him rubbing my eyes. What? It's barely even- I look at my hand first, stupidly expecting to see my watch. I look next to the wall where his huge clock is. Four, no-five- forty... five 5:45- am. College. What an awesome topic especially when my brain is all fogged up. Did he even sleep? Who the h*ck asks someone something as serious as ...well the rest of their future while they're still rubbing their eyes?
Covering my eyes with the blanket, I groan out in expiration, waiting for my body to adjust to the cold early morning temperature. Partly from the pain that lingers from where my father’s blows had landed too. The outer marks might be healed but the inner is still a bit raw.
Honestly, I've never even given college a serious thought. I figured I'd finish with my high
