A man of science [ tf2 x reader insert ]

Hi, my name is Ethan Delaney, I'm 33 years old and this is the story about how my life is fucked up. (Hope you enjoy.<3)
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I was in my room with a black short sleeved shirt with blue jeans and a pear of black combat boots on my bed sitting criss-cross with my glasses studying for a science test I had for school on Monday. I basically have a Bookshelf in my room full of books I've read. I'm already in high school in the 10th grade and I'm only 11. I was reading page 52 of the science book when I hear,

" ETHAN! Get your ass down here now! " my father spoke drunkenly. I hate it when he asks for me. I walk down the stairs slowly, scared of what my father would do to me with my mother out of the house if I didn't listen. He sat in his recliner chair near the tv watching a football game of sorts in the living room with a half drunken bottle of beer in his hand, it looked like there were three more empty bottles on the side table next to him near the couch. he was a round man who wore a white stained tank top with black shorts and flip flops, you can basically see the chest hair poking out of his shirt if you looked hard enough. I had made it to the bottom step of the stairs looking down at the carpet not wanting to look at him in the eye, holding onto the end of my shirt. he stared at the tv for a moment watching his game before looking straight at me.

" go get me another beer, you little shit. And make it quick!" he said angrily taking a swig of the beer in his hand. I did as I was told and went to the kitchen to find where mom put the beer. I searched the fridge first to see if there was any at all, luckily there was two bottles left in the side door of the fridge. I carefully grabbed one of the bottles and started looking for the bottle opener to open the glass bottle.

" I don't have all day! " he yelled from inside the living room. I hurried in finding the bottle opener, i didn't want to anger him more that he is already. when I finally found it I opened the bottle and carefully but quickly took the bottle over to my father's chair where he was still waiting on the beer. It took about five minutes before he saw me hold the beer out to for him to grab. he quickly snatched it up and put it on the side table next to one of the empty bottles.

" now scram! Your ruining the game for me with your presence! " he said quite low from the beer he's been drinking. I quickly walked up the stairs knowing if I stayed for to long what might happen. I closed the door quietly and locked it so my father couldn't open it right away. I sighed in relief, the hard part was over for now. I looked at the clock in my room hanging on my wall above my bed, it was about 6:45 pm, about the time my mother came home from work. A few minutes past as I was back on my bed reading the science book my mom bought for me when I heard the front door open and close with a slam. She must of seen my dad and his empty bottles again. Only a couple of seconds of silence could be heard before there was arguing, and very loud arguing at that.

my parents never really got along with each other ever since grandma died and have been hurting for money. Grandma was a nice old lady who would paint pictures of people and family members. She was my dad's adopted mother and was like a mother he never had. When she died, apart of my father died with her, leaving a hole in his heart that can never be filled no matter how much alcohol he drinks. Now because of my wast of a space dad we are in huge debt, but at least my mother worked a decent job. I like my mom, she was the most sweetest person I've ever met in my life and is nice to me, but not my dad. He can go drown in a lake for all I care. Me and my father never really like each other or never really talked to each other since grandma died.

We never really did father and son things like throw a ball or fix a car or something together, he would just say I'm busy or some stupid excuse like that. He would always say I was a mistake and that I was never supposed to be born. He thinks the death of grandma was my fault. he would always get drunk on the weekends, especially on a Friday night when he is the mopiest. He was just a wast of life in general. My mom on the other hand was a women who loved me for who I was and was glad that I was doing science and experimenting with things. She worked at a dinner 5 miles away from our house in the city. She worked from the morning til 6:45. So if anything happened to me I could go to the dinner and stay with the workers there until everything was ok or until my mom comes to get me. I laid on my bed still hearing the argument going on from the living room.