"Isaac, come in the den. NOWW" She yelled, He felt deflated as he threw visual daggers at Liz as she only responded with a nonchalant shrug, before flicking him off.

  "Such a bitch," He mumbled over his breath before he shrugged his shoulders repeatedly to loosen the tension and walked towards the Den. Once he was close enough, he watched as she shifted in her seat which was his Uncle's lap as Adrian played with his phone, only sparing a glance at him before returning.

  "Isaac, where the heck have you been?" Aunt Dolores questioned.

  "I've… been at Ernie's.." Isaac tried to explain but he felt the need to be cautious.

  "And tell me, were going to tell me before or AFTER you got suspended for fighting."

  "Well, I-"

  "So were you going to tell me at all even or were just hoping to come back after school."

  "I-"

  "No seriously tell me what the fuck are you thinking?"

  "Well if you just gave a chance to speak, I could defend myself." He spewed out. There was no bite to his tongue as he didn't mind getting in trouble as long he got the chance to share his side but he he knew things were taking a turn of the worse when Uncle Adrian perked up almost like he was waiting for that particular moment.

  "Woah, woah woah. Who the hell do you think you are talking to my wife like that?" He moved her out of the way.

  "Wait" His aunt tried to reach out to stop him but he didn't listen, he proceed to launch up from his and started to approach.

  "No." He shrugged her off and looked back at his Nephew.

  "What do you mean, she doesn't know what happened. I want the chance to explain-"

  "Shut the fuck up and listen."

  He got up and strutted over. Coming right above Isaac as he looked at him directly in the eye before he pointed at Isaac, poking him in the cheek.

  His fingernail dug right into his skin as he glared.

  "Don't- DON'T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU DON'T PAY BILLS, YOU DON'T WORK, YOU ARE JUST A LAZY FUCK- LOUNGING AROUND." His Uncle Adrian said with spittle flying all over his face. Isaac looked at his uncle with pure shock, and that momentarily freedom of emotion unleash years of uncultured hatred and anger that made his first ball up. His eyes shifted to Aunt D, who looked like she didn't actually expect this to happen.

  "DON'T LOOK AT HER" Uncle Adrian grabbed his face, forcing him to look at him. Isaac swatted his hand away.

  His uncle pushed him.

  "Don't do that." Isaac pleaded.

  "Oh big guy is tough now." Uncle Adrian provoked.

  'Don't punch him, just shut up. And take it. Take it, take it, take it, take it. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK' He repeated into his mind to let his pot of unsorted emotions simmer down. His mind started buzzing and his face got hot, so scolding that he wanted to take a shower or spend time in the falling snow to cool off. Anything in that moment would be better but he felt himself become more violent. Suddenly, his vision became red, as blood washed all over his body and he swung on his uncle so fast that his hand teleported and connected to his Uncle's face.

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  "hmm" He didn't know what do or feel but before he knew it, he just felt his fist connect with something hard and he saw his uncle fly across the room and land on the sofa. He watched as what he did replay in his head, again and again as his uncle fell asleep, unconscious from the trauma.

  '...' His mind remained silent in relief but it spike up in activity as he knew he was fucked.

  "I-" Words didn't come to him in the moment he expected him and his just backed up as his Aunt D eyes widened to the horror that happened. Isaac observed his aunt's head snap towards her asleep husband as she looked back.

  "Leave, Isaac fuck. YOU. Your mom should've never adopted you." She yelled, spitting venom at her Nephew and the image that was synonymous with her just shattered like glass falling on hard concrete.

  "You're nothing like my mom. You guys deserved each other. Fucking assholes, no wonder you son doesn't love you." He said as the words he'd always felt connect with his tongue. He walked away, going upstairs as he opened his closet sized bedroom. He roughly moved things, scanning each item as quickly and efficiently as he could looking for something that could hold most of the things he would need for a while. His mind gave him the idea that they might forgive him but his gut and heart told him that this would probably be one of the last times he'd be in his house, the next being moving the rest of his stuff, hopefully they didn't throw his stuff out. He found a laundry bag that was designed like a book bag holding a load and a half of clothes with some extra pockets.

  "Hygiene first" He scrambled, the anxiety slowly started setting in as the adrenaline coaxed down.

  'Deodorant, hair ties, lotion, razor,…body wash, shampoo are in the bathroom. God, where am I going to stay… Is a shelter open.?' He thought as he finished grabbing little things he thought he might need before tossing most of it in the trash. He wanted it more than he would need it and he didn't want to waste space. He then moved on to his clothes, grabbing the very basics even though it was winter. He could maybe break in for more if need be. As he was packing with quick speed, footsteps were heard climbing the to the floor he was on. They sounded scared, more unsure as their feet clattered against the wood grain less frequently. He eventually heard knocking, causing his heart beat to rise dramatically. He glanced back and saw a figure looking at him it was his cousin.

  "I- I'm sorry for being a dick." She walked closer in between the frame. Showing she wasn't tried to hide but Isaac sighed shaking his head.

  "It's honestly too late. I'm outta here, Your dad's a dick and it's definitely why your brother left you." He admitted before ignoring her, his heart raged like a tropical storm seeing her so he decided to say his peace.

  "I-"

  She didn't even try to rebuke his claim as she walked off towards somewhere he didn't care about any longer. He continued to pack and once that was finished, he packed his school things making sure to bring the chargers and more importantly the accessories that made his life so much easier. He doublechecked what he packed it, then triple checked it again. Lastly, he grabbed his suit, the red and black suit that filled him up with the much needed hope and put on his ball cap, jacket and shoes. He walked the door, looking to make sure he truly had everything before deciding that the window would be much better as he put on the giant laundry back across his back. He closed his door, leaving the lights on and walked to the window that he should've came in through and stepped onto the slick, wet roof. He jumped over, holding his bag. It unsuccessfully tried to bring him down but even with it stuffed to the brim, to him it felt as light as a feather, a restrictive feather but still light. He walked out to the edge of the roof and hopped off. Isaac started walking, only stopping when he met the a cross roads and wondered where to go. He decided it probably best to find a cafe and to get out of queens, so he decided to head towards manhattan. He made his way down there, as anxiety tried to grip onto something and he felt useless. What he was doing was useless and having no one to talk to, he called his sister Maria. His heart jumped every time the ringtone kicked up again trying to connect him with his sister who was across the world, it was early morning over there as well but his sister always preferred staying up for long periods since their mom died. That also meant it was a gamble on whether or not she was in hibernation.

  "C'mon, pickup the phone Mare" He stressed, feeling a lump develop in his throat as the phone went to voicemail again. He tried 5 more times but not receiving any answer he quit, leaving a message that she'd hopefully see soon. He continued to walk as the snow continued to litter the ground, making his feet crunch forcing the snow to submit to him.

  He finally arrived to the subway, climbing the stairs that brought him onto the subway station and hopped on the first train that arrived. He stood between a metal pole and the door, looking on his phone but his mind was on what had happened. How he'd finally break and did what he dreamed of doing for the past couple of months as his uncle's attitude towards became more malicious. He didn't know why and he questioned himself many times but no more the result, he always wondered if it was even necessary.

  'A shelter should still be accepting people. It's too cold to stay out tonight, maybe I can stay at the warehouse. It's pretty windy at night but it's something.' He thought as he swayed along with the train that had long earned him sailor's legs with how unbalanced the trains were all of the time.

  "Markus…maybe," Isaac looked up at the contact from someone he hadn't seen in what felt like a millennia. His mind tried to dissuade him but his heart flicker with a pang of reminiscing with his older cousin. Mark was older than him the same way that Isaac was to liz. He had spent time with him, a lot of time and because of that, Mark was almost a brother but they hadn't spoken since the funeral and even that was sparse.

  He was sure that Uncle Adrian was surely the cause by the amount of vitriolic rage that spewed from his cousin's expression anytime the mere existence of his uncle was brought up. Isaac wondered if he would even have a place to him crash. The train stopped at 14th street causing him to get off and walk upstairs where he witnessed the city still bustling even more than when it was in the morning.

  'I guess I should at least try' He sighed as he rubbed his hands almost wishing he had bought gloves in this endeavor.