The night was dark and stormy with the ravenous winds whipping at the boys hair. He was 13 years old with the lean build of a swimmer, he ran as fast as he could away from the houses as far away as possible.

She was dead. How could she be dead.

He had come down the stairs of his holiday home on Montauk beach for he had heard a noise as if someone whipping another with a belt and that was what it was.

His mother was being beaten to death by stepfather Gabe. The pig who hadn't given two shits about his existence and had constantly tried to bed his mother but to no avail.

The man had permanent stubble coted in guacamole from the local Guan's Guac Shop.

His piggy face had fat on it then the fat was fat. Even his double chin had a double chin. His forehead exceeding even the expectations of Steven Hawking at school. His hair grease slicked back, if only it could be, and was shorter than even his own dick.

But his mother was already dead and rage had built up inside Percy and needed to be released. So there was only one way.

Revenge.

He found the sharpest knife in the house and snuck up behind the bastard who had killed his mother.

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The shink of a knife was only heard as the pigs head lolled then rolled off of his body, like a football across the ground.

Then he fled.

And that was how he ended up running for his life from the holiday home and would never see it again.

At least not for now.

So first chapter these chapters should be short but hopefully plenty of them should arrive at your doorstep very soon.This means English football for everyone who doesn't know my Britishness shall kill you all.