Shaking, Shadow slowly walked home, praying his mother wasn't there. Opening the door halfway, he peeked inside, after a few seconds, he went inside and locked the door behind him. 'Thank God she isn't here. I'd hate a repeat of last night, at least the scars on my back have faded.' he thought as he put his bag down on the floor before flopping onto the bed. Hours later, after hearing the door slam shut and footsteps. Shadow jumped off his bed and cautiously into the living room. He cringed as his mother caressed his cheek, while saying "My pretty boy, my pretty little boy." she smiled as she slapped him, making him stumble.
His eyes shrunk as something came crashing down on his head, he felt the coarse leather slash at his back, he bit his lip trying not to whimper or scream. Trisha laughed as she walked off, Shadow shuddered knowing where she went, she came back with a bottle of peroxide. Shadow bit his lip harder as the peroxide was saturating in his wounds, she bent down and whispered "Mommy loves you." she smirked with satisfaction as she walked away from the bleeding fifteen year old. Shadow let his eyes fall, they flew open in horror as he realized tomorrow was Saturday. He shakily stood up and walked into his room, he grabbed the towel sitting on his bed.
After cleaning his wounds, he walked to where he was splayed on the floor and cleaned up the excess blood. Shadow retired to bed his body aching, he knew what his 'mother' said wasn't true. She didn't love him, she just used him after his father left. 'If only he got custody of me and that wretch didn't, I'd be happy.' he thought as he climbed into bed. He knew tomorrow would be his personal apocalypse.
