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it.  I didn’t want to watch my own son go through what my brother did,” he rubs his hand over the back of his hair and gives me a sad smile.  “You really are my son.  You’re just as stubborn as your old man.” 
    “Yeah, I did get that from you. I just wanted to do something that defined me, Dad. I didn’t want to work under you and become partner. I wanted to make something of myself not have it handed to me.” I stand up, grab my running pants and wish I wouldn’t have opened my mouth.
    “Son, I am proud of you.  I always have been,” he turns as if he is about to leave the room, then turns back to me.  “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel any differently.”
    I watch as my father walks out of the room. I grab my Nike’s, slip them on, and then grab my IPod. I walk out the door to take out my problems on the pavement. I put on the song ‘ Radioactive’ by Imagine Dragons and let the music soothe me as I run.  I try to outrun my past.  Maybe I can run so far it won’t be able to reach me.  I wish that was a possibility because if it was I would never stop running.  
    I think about everything I have been dealing with.  I decide I am going to get an apartment and move away from Mom and Dad.  I start checking off a mental list of things I am going to do as I run. 
     
Get an Apartment.
Buy Beer or Whiskey.
Get laid.
Call Uncle Trey.
    I didn’t realize that I’d run two miles until I started to get towards town.  I make a turn and start to make my way back to the house.  I walk into the house and grab a donut sitting on the bar from Krispy Kreme.  Guess Dad decided his cooking wasn’t as great as he expected.  I eat the donut, then grab the handle to the fridge pulling it open and grab a water bottle.  I open the bottle and chug down the water, grab another donut then head to my room.  I kick off my shoes, my pants then boxers before pulling the earphones out of my ears and pulling my sweat covered shirt off. 
    I walk into my private bathroom and turn on the shower.  It’s been a year since I had sex and I am starting to regret that decision.  I really need to relieve some stress.  I turn the water on as hot as it will go and stand under the water, but the tension won’t go away.  I look down and groan as I see my erection sticking out.  I reach down and wrap my fingers around my shaft then moan softly.  I suppose it won’t matter if I relieve my stress like this.  I mean, what guy doesn’t masturbate?  I palm my balls with the other hand and squeeze as I pump my cock under the spray of water.  I feel the fire building in my stomach and I know I am close to releasing.  I bite my lip to stifle the moan building inside me and I shake as my release sprays down the drain with the rest of the water.  I shudder as I feel the tension slowly release itself from my body.  Hopefully this time it will stay away.   
    I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel. I chance a glance into the mirror. I really need to find a woman to do that for me. I grab my toothbrush and run it over my teeth to make sure I don’t have donut in them, then walk out of the bathroom. I grab a pair of boxer briefs from my nightstand and drop my towel before sliding the black material over my ass. I slide a red t-shirt over my head and then my pair of American Eagle jeans over my ass.  I pull on my socks, then my faithful Nike’s and make my way down the stairs to my Range Rover.  Looks like today will be about finding a house to shelter myself in. 
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    Two months later and here I am sitting in my apartment downing another fifth of Crowne.  I think it’s about that time to switch to Bourbon, or maybe even some Captain Morgan.  I wake up every morning covered in sweat and shaking from the visions.  I’m even starting to think maybe it would be better if I just didn’t sleep at all.  I grab my phone and run my finger over the Google app, but throw it down before I can indulge