On Sunday's when possible, Adrian’s mom would drop him off at his dad's house. Sometimes he wouldn't like going over their because of the smell of bourbon stained carpets and the strong smell of cigarettes infiltrating his nose. But today, was a different day, Adrian's mom felt like going inside to talk to her ex husband.

        As Adrian walked through the door, he knew it was one of those days. He could already smell the marijuana. His dad sitting in the red velvet colored sofa. Holding the bottle of bourbon, he started talking to Adrian. He meant to say “how are you boy” but Adrian couldn't tell because of the raspiness of his voice.
        Adrian hated seeing his dad like this, he went to the fridge to grab some freshly squeezed lemonade and some salty potato chips. He could tell that his mom wasn't happy. She wanted to go to the bedroom to have a private conversation with him but he wanted to talk to Adrian first. Adrian went to sit on the couch, his dad had the basketball game on. Bulls vs lakers, Bulls were up by six. “So how was school today son”, Adrian's dad said. Their is no school on Sunday's Adrian said softly, knowing his dad is drunk. When he's drunk, it gives Adrian goosebumps because bad things happen. Last time he left a big bruise on his forehead just for changing the tv channel.
        Adrian's mom came in the living room wanting to talk to him.”Trey, let's talk in the bedroom”. His dad got up stumbling over the table almost busting his head open.”Look at yourself, you look like s***, get your lazy ass up, you couldn't be at least sober to see your own son”, Adrian's mom said.
They finally went into the bedroom and Adrian had some peace and quiet. Adrian can't even remember the last time they hung out. He’s been abused so many times and hit on the head, it’s not hanging out, it’s like a UFC match. He does remember one time, him and his Dad went to go and get ice cream,”but I was only 6 years old, I’m sixteen now, Adrian said”. He could start to hear the firmness of his mother's voice.”I don’t care if you got fired from your job, you can still be presentable for your son, this is why I left you because you’re a piece of crap, Adrian’s mother said. It sounded like a usual argument between them, so I just ignored them, and drank my ice cold lemonade, Adrian said.
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    Adrian could start to hear the hard slams against the wall, loosening the dry wall. Adrian was tempted to walk in, but didn't want to interfere and risk getting hurt.
    The noises got louder and louder, butterflies started to rumble in his stomach. Flashes of shadows dashed across the door.
    The sound of a loud crashing noise hitting the floor made him jump out of his chair.”Is everything ok in their”, Adrian said. There was no response at first, it startled him.”Boy, you better stay out there”, his dad said. Adrian couldn't take it anymore, he went into his dad's office room, walked over to his desk and opened the 3 drawer, and grabbed his dad's handgun. He tucked the gun in his pants and put his shirt over it.
    He still didn’t hear any noise from his Mom. Adrian walked up to the door and slowly opened it. The creaking noise of the door made it sound like something bad was going to happen. When the door finally opened, he noticed his Mom laying on the floor, sprawled out, bleeding from the side of her head, soaking the sand color carpet. His dad was sitting on the bed with his hands over his head knowing he did something wrong. The phone was on the ground, 911 was the recent call in my moms phone.”The cops are coming”, his dad said.“Dad what did you do, why is mom laying on the floor passed out bleeding”, Adrian asked. We were fighting and I took it to far and I started beating her, I didn’t want it to end like this, but I didn’t know when to stop, I told you to stay in the other room”, his dad said.
Adrian grabbed the gun from the back of his pants. Pointed it at his step father.”I don’t want to do this but you’re tempting me to pull the trigger because I can’t take this bullshit anymore of you hurting my mother, she cares about me, you don’t, all you do is just make our relationship worse and I don’t want you to be in my life anymore”,  Adrian said. His dad reached behind his wooden dresser and grabbed his cherry wood bat.”Dad don’t make me do it”, Adrian cried. Adrian pointed the gun at him and his dad took a hard swing at his hand, knocking the gun out, breaking Adrian's hand. Three of his fingers were bent the wrong way.
The gun was lying on the other side of the room. His dad swung at him again but missed and got the bat stuck in the wall. Adrian grabbed the gun, pointed it at his dad, and took the shot. As he took the shot, his dad swung at the same time, hitting Adrian in the head knocking him down to the floor. The sound of the gun rattled his ears making him unresponsive. His vision began to get blurry and started getting sleepy. His last vision he saw before he passed out was his dead dad laying on the floor across from him. The bullet hit him right in the heart.
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Adrian woke up in the ambulance on a stretcher next to his mom. His mom had bandages around her head, you could see the dark red blood soaking the bandage.”You’re all right now Adrian, were safe”, Adrians mom said. The rattling in his head gave him a pounding headache. The paramedics opened the front door of his dad’s house. The flashing blue and red lights shined off the body bag. That was the last time he would see his dad, he did the right thing and protected the one he loved, his mother.