Part three i typed :P

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“YOU DID WHAT?!” Mrs. Samuels yelled directly in her son’s face.
“I-I-I..I’m sorry! I was mad..I don’t know what to even say.” Darren was exhausted. A rough morning, a boring class, a fight with his best friend, and a trip to the principal’s office - all in one day. It was the day from hell, and it wasn’t over yet.
“How could you, Darren? You hurt your BEST friend. Honestly, what the hell could Marcos possibly do to piss you off that much? Seriously?”
“Well-“ he began.
“You know what? I don’t want to hear your dumb excuses. Go to bed. No wait, stay up until your father gets home from work, I’ll let HIM deal with you.” She exhaled and walked away.
“Father? FATHER? Mom, Matthew Samu- MATTHEW BRIGGS is not my father. He is some dude that you attempted to bring into my life when I was only 4. He is not my father. And since Jack isn’t around, I technically don’t even have a father.”
“Excuse me?!” She was as red as Darren was in the previous hours. “I don’t believe I’ve heard this before. What is this nonsense? Matthew IS your father. He has been in your life for 13 years!”
“Yeah, he has, but how old am I? That’s right mom, 17. I’m going to bed now..-“
“No. You will sit up and deal with the consequences. Go to your room and stare at the wall.”
“Fine!” Darren was pissed, and he stomped his way towards the staircase in his living room. Each step that he took made him angrier and angrier. He couldn’t take the stress. He wanted to punch something, really hard, he just didn’t know what. As he reached the top of the large staircase, he glanced at his younger sister’s room. The door was shut and there was a ‘PRINCESS’ sign hanging gracefully by the doorknob. “Psh, yeah right, ‘Princess’,” he mumbled. Darren walked into his bedroom and slammed the door. A loud yell came from downstairs, it was his mom.
“Don’t you dare slam that door again, Darren!” Mrs. Samuels sat at her kitchen table, trying to calm her self down while taking long breaths. She counted to 10 in her head and let out a heavy sigh. “Your dad will be home in less than ten minutes so be ready to face his wrath.”
Darren exhaled deeply and stared at his pale, white walls. He always wanted red walls, but Matthew would reject him every time the idea was brought up. He sighed again and heard the doorbell ring quietly. He dug his face into his soft pillow and screamed. “I HATE MY LIFE,” mumbled Darren after he pulled his face from his pillow.
“What happened, honey?” Matthew said as he barged through the front door. “Are you okay? What about Darren?” Or Sarah?”
“Sarah is fine, perfect as always. Darren on the other hand...” she responded faintly.
“Darren what? Failed a test? Puked at school? Uh..-“ guessed Mr. Samuels.
“...He kind of...got in a fight.”
“With who?!”
“Marcos.”
“Marcos Ramirez? Really?”
“Yes. Marcos Ramirez. I have no idea why they fought to begin with, but I didn’t ask because I didn’t want an excuse.”
-Silence-
“Poor kid. Did Marcos-“
“I don’t know! I don’t know anything, except Marcos now has BRUISES on his neck from being strangled..-“
“Strangled?! Oh boy, this kid is going to get it..” Matthew was furious. He didn’t train his step-son to act like this. He didn’t want any part in this, but the bruises pushed him over the edge.

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“DARREN SAMUELS!” Matthew called as he marched up the stairs. He was empty handed, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to do what he planned on doing to teach Darren a lesson. “What in the hell made you strangle Marcos Ramirez?!”
“Oh God...this again?...” Darren was sick of the repeating questions being thrown at him. “I thought you and mom didn’t want ‘excuses’. Eh?” He rolled his eyes.
“Yes, we don’t want EXCUSES. We never said anything about the TRUTH. Tell me play by play what the hell happened in the halls of North Hills High.” One of Matthew’s eyebrows raised and he had an evil expression that started to worry Darren.
“Well...it all started when...”

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“And you would have kept going if the assistant principal didn’t come?! That is ridiculous!” Mr. Samuels was angrier than ever, and Darren feared what was going on in his step-dad’s head. Matthew reached for his belt on his waist and un-buckled it. Darren gulped with fear- he knew what was coming.
“Matth- Dad, please, come on, don’t beat me!” Darren was pleading insanely. His heart was beating faster and his blood flowed quicker. His pupils started to dialate, he knew what Matthew had in store for him. “Please, seriously, I’ll scream!”
“I don’t care the the f*ck you do. You will listen to me now, and you will listen clearly. Don’t ever, I repeat, EVER, put your hands on anyone. EVER. Especially Marcos. He didn’t deserve it, he was just teasing you in a friendly matter. Honestly, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you. But you need to get checked out as soon as possible, Darren.”
“...Checked out? What am I? Some kind of pet to you? Are you going to take me to the vet so I can get my-“
*SLAP* “Ow what the f*ck?! I said don’t Matthew!...I mean dad..”
“Shut the hell up, Darren. Or this belt will be against your skin faster than you can say-“
“MATTHEW, LEAVE ME ALONE...OR...OR I’LL CALL THE COPS ON YOU!” Darren turned red, as before, and he raised his big fist into the air.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, I will. You aren’t related to me. You’re only in my life because of my stupid mom.”
“Don’t call your mother stupid, her blood runs through your veins!” *SLAP* “Keep talking back and you’ll feel a lot more of this!” *SLAP* The leather belt whipped across Darren’s bare arm and face. His nose began to turn purple, and his eyes turned red from the tears he was trying to hold back.
“Matthew...what is the purpose of this?...Do you really think beating me is going to do anything different to our ‘relationship’? Honestly, I don’t find the purpose of it. It will just make us grow farther-“ *SLAP*
“THAT'S IT,STOP!” Darren screamed and grabbed a bag that as closest to him. He grabbed his wallet, a jacket, and his phone and he ripped open his bedroom door. Darren scurried down the stairs and a single tear fell from his eye. “Screw both of you, I am leaving!” He took one last look at his mom and ran out of the front door, leaving nothing relevant behind.