Taven and his parents pull up in their air force blue Chevy Avalance. Taven slowly gets out of the veichal a laptop case around his sholders and a blue backpack on his back. he walks to the back of the truck and lowers the gate and pulls out a duffle bag with a fecce blanket with a wolf pattern on it. As he is retriving his belongs he remembers the fight from the night before. All of the yelling between him and his dad, all past fights and arguments every bit of rage and anger he had stored away exlpoded into a fist fight between him and his down over the simplest thing but yet something that could of been avoided. Taven was tired of being treated like his fathers slave waiting on hands and knees for him having to put down everything no matter what to answer his father call for something to get him his coke out of the fridge when he was just in it, to making his food for him, to things that pissed Taven off to know end becuase of the level of lazyness it would take not to prefrom the action that Taven was told to do. Taven looks with his left eye over at the new house he was now to live in, as his right was swollen shut and black bruises lined his chest where he was puched and kick even to where he was picked up and thrown into the wall. As much damage that was delt to Taven he dished it right back. Taven had broken his Fathers nose and arm as well as knocking a few teeth out. once his things was gathered he walked to the door as his couisn's family walkes out to greet them. Instead of involing the police in the fight Father and son were able to work out an agreement nothing more Taven would go live with his cousin while his father recived help for his issuses and learned to help him self the arrangement was that Taven would live at least a year there maybe more. Being only 16 Taven had to move to a new school and town.