Hi everyone! This is my first actual story to be posted! It's rated for child abuse and some themes later on. There will also be fluff.
I do not own the characters except for the ones you've never heard of haha.
Please review and let me know what to work on! Let me know if you like and I will continue 3
Small feet padded down the carpeted hallway. There was no light, indicating it was late at night. A tired hand rested against the wall to help guide the way. Soon the wall ended and the small boy entered the living room. To his right, the main door opened abruptly and slammed into the wall. Quickly, the young eyes looked over and his body froze. There in the door way was a tall and scruffy looking man with bright blue eyes surrounded by red and black hair. He looked at the boy and growled in the back of his throat.
"The fuck 'er you doin' up..." His words were slurred and harsh. His eyes were cold and angry.
The boy stood frozen, his words were stuck in his throat. He wanted so badly to move, so badly to run, but he just couldn't. Heavy feet pounded towards him, and fear racked the small boy's body.
"Answer me 'ya lil' rat!" A large hand suddenly pushed the boy against the wall with great power and he yelped.
"I-I-I" the young boy stammered out, fearful of what may happen. He looked up at the man before him and tears began to swell in his eyes. He trembled under the hand that was still on his shoulder.
"You what!!!" The tall man yelled back.
"I wasn't tired…." He spoke softly and weakly. Biting his lower lip, he looked into the man's eyes.
The man was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly struck the boy, sending him to the floor. The boy yelped and tears fell down, his right cheek turning a brilliant red. It stung worse than anything he had felt before. His hand went to tend to his cheek, but he was pulled up by his hair and he cried out, clawing at the fist. His small hands did nothing however and he was struck again in the abdomen. He heard a crack and his eyes widened. He coughed and gasped, shocked at what happened. A sharp pain pierced his stomach and he just wanted to die.
"I-I'm sorry…daddy..." His vision blurred a bit, but he slowly refocused. He looked up, vision blurring once again from tears that stung his eyes.
"You useless little shit..." He slurred. "Can't do anything right...Especially today...Don't think I forgot what today was…" The words sent a shiver down the boy's spine.
The boy looked away, and sat against the wall. He held his stomach, trying to ignore the pain but he just couldn't.
"Today's the day you killed your mother…" The man laughed coldly, "kinda hard to celebrate your birth when she 'aint here..."The words brought even more tears to the boy's eyes, and his heart was torn.
The scruffy man walked down the hall, his feet dragging, and disappeared into his bedroom. The door slammed behind him, and faint voices were heard from behind the hollow door.
The boy sat there, pulling his knees to his chest a bit even though it hurt, and sat there the rest of the night and cried. "I...I'm so sorry...I…I never meant to...to cause you so much...pain…I…daddy ...please…forgive me.." The words he spoke stung when they came out. He felt empty inside, and begged for forgiveness. He didn't mean to be born. He didn't know he would be a murderer.
Today he had turned 11. Today, his father was drunk.
Vincent sat up quickly, holding his stomach and breathing hard. Sweat dripped down his face and he looked around. His hand went to his head and he took a deep breath. He had felt the pain the boy had felt, and it seemed all too real.
"W-what was...what was that?" He stammered aloud but quietly. He looked at the clock. It was still early, only 2:30 a.m.
Vincent knew he would not be able to return to sleep, so he got out of bed, slowly and trembling. He wondered out of his room, down the hall, and into the kitchen. He flipped on the light and shielded his eyes momentarily. He went to the fridge and opened it, pulling out a beer.
"Reno won't mind if I steal one…Hell, he would have a few if he saw what I did..." He spoke to himself a lot, it was just a habit. A voice to hear, it was calming. He couldn't pull himself to wake Reno now, there was no need. It was just a dream after all, a fictional story that played out before his eyes. Though, he could not shake the thought from his head. Who was the boy, and why did he dream what he did?
Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. I'm sorry for any errors!! Chap. 2 will be up soon! please review!