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Antonio woke up at 6:30AM, earlier than everyone else in the household, as usual. He quickly got changed, brushed his teeth, attempted to make his hair look less like shit, but of course, failed.
It was about 6:40 when Race finally went downstairs to get a quick breakfast and then enjoyed the few minutes he had left alone, and did his homework.
It wasn't until 7:00 AM, that his step-family finally woke up. He quickly made breakfast for them before they could start yelling, and brought it upstairs.
“Good morning, Morris” he greeted, although his voice was dripping with fake sweetness
“what took you so long?!” the dark haired boy asked, clearly annoyed.
Racer sighed “I'm sorry” he said, but did not sound like it and did not explain any further, knowing he didn't really care, and that it might just get him into trouble.
“anyways, get my laundry” he ordered, and Racer rolled his eyes, but did not complain, grabbing Oscars dirty clothes (that were currently on a messy pile in the floor) before leaving the room.
The young blond then went over to the other room, knocking on the door and entering once he heard the loud and annoyed voice of Morris, yelling “Come in!”
“Good morning, Morris” Antonio greeted, the fake sweetness still on his voice
Morris just huffed “Took you long enough” he said, taking the trey from Races hands “Just get my laundry and leave” he ordered, and Race complied. He grabbed the slightly older boys clothing and left without saying a word.
He then made his way towards the room at the end of the hallway. His step-fathers room. Race would never admit it, but he was terrified of him. Softly knocking on the door, he waited for a harsh “come in” and went inside “Good morning, Wiesel” he greeted, the fake sweetness in his voice gone. He remembered when his mom was still alive, and he used to purposely mispronounce his name. It was a fun joke, but now he didnt dare do it. Hed only made that mistake once, and it was not happening again. It couldn't happen again. So Race put the trey down on Wiesel's bedside table, wordlessly grabbed the laundry, and left.
Once outside, Race finally took a slightly relieved breath and went downstairs to leave the laundry in the washing machine- the only things he had to wash were all completely black, so it wasn't a problem.
He then grabbed his stuff, and left before his step-brothers could come back downstairs and force him to do more stuff.
He walked down the block and waited for Albert, his best friend.
A grey, beat up truck pulled up next to him. It was Albert's car. “Heyyy” the red-head greeted, and Race grinned, opening the door to the passenger seat and getting in. “So, how are the two demons and the devil doing?” he was referring to Oscar, Morris. and Wiesel. A very creative “nickname”, i know.
“Y'know, the usual. theyre being assholes but that's nothing new” the blond said honestly
Albert frowned “i'm sorry you have to deal with that, Race” he said, but the other male just shrugged
“its fine, im used to it” he said.
A few minutes later, they got to school. Race quickly got out of the car, wanting to get to class as quickly as possible to avoid seeing the Delanceys- or anyone else at the football team, really.
You see, just like Albert, Morris and Oscar were in the football team- everyone “loved” them, but really, they were just scared- knowing fully they were the last people you wanted to have on your bad side. So everyone took great pleasure off of making Races life even more miserable. But at this point, Race couldn't care less.
Albert, on the other hand, was surprisingly nice, and he didn't let himself be manipulated by the Delanceys. He honestly hated them almost as much as Race did. But, unlike him, he wasn't bullied and tormented by them, both inside and outside of school.
At school, Race went through his usual classes, and mostly managed to avoid the Delanceys and the rest of the football team (except Albert).
Sadly, the day ended and Race was forced to go back “home”, if you could even call it that.
He knew that the Delanceys had football practice that day, and Wiesel usually worked late, so he was free to try and finish schoolwork and clean the house as much as he could before they got back, which would be in approximately 2 hours.
So Race didn't finish his homework, but it was already getting late (although only half an hour had passed)- and if he wanted to get any chores done before his step-family got back, he'd had to stop now. He started cleaning the house. He cleaned his step-brothers room, then he cleaned the living room, did the dishes, and started cleaning the dining room before they all got back.
“Antonio! Come here!” Wisels booming voice demanded.
Race sighed and dropped what he was doing. He walked over to where his step-father was, and tried to make his face expression look less ‘im so fucking tired’, and more ‘what do you want’
But apparently, his face didn't want to cooperate. “what do you want?” he asked. He didn't mean to sound rude- but the way Wisel looked at him told him he took it that way.
“don't speak to me like that, boy” he hissed, and Race heard Oscar snikerfrom next to him.
“sorry” the blond mumbled, trying to make himself as small as possible.
“now, go and get me something to eat” Wiesel ordered
“well..what do you want to eat?” he asked, accidentally sounding rude again (but can you blame him? he's tired and hungry). In that moment, a sharp slap met his cheeks,
“I told you, do not talk to me like that!” he yelled, angrily, and Race cowered under his gaze.
“s-sorry” he mumbled, looking at the ground.
“Look at me when i talk to you, brat!” Wiesel said, raising his hand, ready to strike again.
Race looked up at him and cowered even more “i'm sorry!” he said, this time fully looking at the older man.
Wiesel lowered his hand, still glaring at him. Race then excused himself to go get Wiesel something to eat.
He rushed over to the kitchen, making a coffee and just grabbing some leftover brownies from the day before and quickly made his way back over to where Wiesel was, placing the trey in front of him and quickly leaving to go back to his room, before he or the Delanceys could say anything.
The rest of the day went on with the usual routine. A bit more cleaning, cooking dinner, barely eating anything himself, doing to dishes, do a bit more homework he couldn't get done before- and then, around midnight, he was finally free to go to go to sleep.