Hello everyone!
I know this is not the updation to "Waking Up" that everyone wants, but I hope it is the next best thing. I do not wish to lose all of my faithful reviewers from my other stories, but it's just been pretty hectic for me lately.
I'm afraid that have placed "Waking Up" on hold for the time being, due to lack of inspiration and the lack of time I have had to work on it. But I promise I will not leave it unfinished; anything that I start, I finish.
This story (along with another I will add at a latter date if anyone would like me to) have been taking up my time for awhile now. This one is an AU type of story so it might be a little confusing for awhile. But I have already let a couple people read it before hand, and they promise that it is a very interesting story. So I hope y'all enjoy!
Disclaimer- This is the first disclaimer I've done in forever, so I need to make it special! Here goes clears throat I do not own CSI or any of its character! Yay! So special! Lol.
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Chapter 1- Ignorance
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The little boy sat quietly in his room, pushing a toy car back and forth across the bare cement floor. He knew not to make any noise, or else his parents would come in and tell him he was a "bad boy".
The little six-year-old didn't understand why, but he could never seem to do anything right for his parents. And each time, he was punished until his parents believed he was sorry.
He rubbed gingerly at his back, the material of his shirt aggravating the belt lashes from his last "punishment".
He stopped abruptly and his eyes widened in fear when he heard a pair of footsteps stomping down the stairs toward his room. The door flew open and his mother stood in the frame, her face red with anger.
"You stupid, ignorant little boy! I told you I had company coming today, and you were supposed to clean the house and wash the dishes."
The little boy began to shake as he looked up at his mother. Even from this distance he could smell the strong stench of alcohol that lingered around her.
When he was younger, he had thought that the smell was his mother's perfume and that she shared it with his father, but now he knew better.
"I-I did Mama. I c-cleaned everything you s-said to."
"Don't give me that crap!" She reached forward and grabbed him tightly by the shoulders, shaking the poor boy violently. "You are a good for nothing free loader! If it wasn't for the child service money we get for adopting you, I'd throw you in the river!" Her fingernails dug painfully into the boy's shoulders as he continued to shake him.
"Mama! Please stop! I'm sorry!"
She let go of his right shoulder and smacked him hard across the face. Her long fingernails left deep gashes across his cheek. She reached back to strike him again, when the doorbell overhead rang.
"Karen!" A deep voice from the top of the steps yelled, "Your guests are here!"
Karen growled quietly as her eyes snapped back to her son. "You'd better stay down here Gregory. If I see you anywhere near us, your father will be very upset."
She threw him to the ground and slammed the door behind her. An audible click was heard from the other side as she slid three different deadbolts into place.
Six-year-old Greg Sanders didn't move as he began to cry quietly, blood trickling slowly from the wound on his cheek.
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Kk, so I hope you all have enjoyed my lil prologue! I promise that I have a number of chappies already written and typed for this story, so they should be added soon (as soon as I find out if anyone is interested in this story or not).
So, hope to hear from everyone soon!
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