[O Captain My Captain]

This isnt a fan-fic, it's just a story. I havent abandoned my other story, but that one will be over soon anyways, so i'll just post this.


“It’s too late, Greg. You blew it.” Clarissa pulled her shiny black hair into a pony tail and grabbed her bags.
“Clarissa!” I ran over to her, trying to grab her so she couldn’t walk out the door. “Baby, please, can’t we just talk about this?”
“I’m sick of talking! I’m sick of lies, and today was the last straw! Greg, listen, get your life together. Goddammit, get away from those friends of yours! They’re killing you!”
“I will! I’m serious, this time I will!”
“You’ve had your chance. I’m sorry. Tomorrow, I’ll call about the divorce papers. Goodbye Greg. It was fun while it lasted.” With a sigh, she lifted our 3-month-old son, Collen, into her arms.
“Clarissa…”
“I’m sorry.”
A few seconds later, I heard the front door slam shut. It was too late now. I had let my life walk away.
“What have I done?”

Flashback: 13 years ago - The first day of 6th grade.

“Hey! Greg! You ready? First day of freedom!” My best friend, Jonny, ran over to me with a huge grin on his face.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
“Hey, what’s up? Come on man, two hours, no parents!” He punched me in the arm. A few seconds later, I noticed Brice Livingston standing by the creek, talking to some friends.
“Shit! Dude, we gotta get out of here! Brice-”
“You’re STILL scared of that guy? It was last year. It ov-” Before he could finish his sentence, Brice walked over, grinning like the world revolved him. He was the kid that everyone hated. He had beaten the crap out of me numerous times. I wasn’t going to let it happen again.
“Dude! Greg, my man! Long time no see! You know, I think we should just for get last years differences and become best friends!” He sarcastically smiled as his friends chuckled.
“Dude, I just want to get-”
“No, no, I think we need to talk.
“Come on man…” I yanked away as he grabbed my arm.
“Hey, dweeb has gotten stronger. Daddy teaching you some new tricks? Oh wait – he’s in jail for killing your gay mommy.” His friends started laughing hysterically.
I don’t remember much after that. According to Jonny, I lost it. I slightly remember throwing the first punch. I remember the pain, and screaming, and poor Jonny and I having to make a run for it. Apparently, I had started punching him with all of my 11-year-old power, and before Jonny and I ran away, I had pushed him into the railing. He slammed his head, got knocked out cold, and fell into the creek. It was January, and his friends had to jump into the water and pull his unconscious body out so he wouldn’t drown. Surprisingly I wasn’t suspended. My dad was good with words, so I simply got a bunch of detentions. To this day, I don’t regret it. I don’t even regret that night, when my dad beat the shit out of me. I was no longer Greg Wilson after that. I was Knock, and nobody dared mess with knock.