This random Story is something that I made up at 3:30 AM cause I guess I get a lot of inspiration for writing or drawing in the middle of a restless night. Anyway this story involves weessiter or weessie (Little Lassiter obviously) because there aren't that many and again it was the middle of the night when this was created...

Well...enjoy and let me know if I should continue!

Running Away

Chapter 1 -

Carlton was 7 years old and very smart for his age. He lived in a nice neighborhood in Santa Barbara with his mom and dad.

But he could never understand why his father was so abusive towards him and his mother. And how easily he became angry or why he was always drunk when he came home. And to Carlton, it seemed like all the time.

He mostly couldn't understand why his dad hurts his mom so much. Mainly because he was raised to never hurt girls.

So Carlton was very upset and angry himself whenever his mother was getting hurt and he did try many times to stick up for her. But it always ended in him getting hurt too.

And his mother crying at his father for hurting him.

One night, before going to bed, Carlton was playing in his room with a BB gun and was shooting small target papers with it.

Suddenly, his father came in and was clearly drunk. Carlton knew by the way he was stumbling, acting, and the heavy smell of his breath.

"What are you doing?" Jacob asked wobbling a little as he walked closer.

"Playing." Carlton said looking up to him.

"With what? That sissy gun?" Jacob asked with a laugh.

"It's not sissy." Carlton replied.

He tried really hard not to sound like he was talking back.

"Oh really? Does it shoot actual bullets?" Jacob asked.

"Well…" Carlton trailed off.

"Then it's a sissy gun!" Jacob said smacking his son in the face.

Carlton winced as his head was forced to the right. He then placed a hand on his left cheek, rubbing it gently.

"I thought I was blessed with a son but I guessed I got cursed with a sissy daughter!" Jacob yelled.

"No…I'm not sissy!" Carlton talked back.

Big mistake.

"You talking back, boy?"

"N-No, sir." Carlton stuttered and immediately regretted talking back.

"Really? Because it sounds like you are, Carlton Jebediah Lassiter!" Jacob then kicked him in the stomach. Hard.

"O-Ow…" Carlton winced again.

"Forget sissy daughter! I was cursed with a BABY!" Jacob said in disgust.

Carlton tried hard not to cry, he really did. He was a big boy and big boys don't cry! ...But how could he not?

"Go head and continue playing with your dolls and sissy guns! Not like you'll get far in life with being a mistake and all!" Jacob said.

Carlton wanted to say how they weren't dolls but action figures of police officers and superheroes…

…But he chose to stay silent and simply nodded…

Jacob spat in disgust at the poor kid and then left the bedroom to most likely go and find Carlton's mother.

Once he was alone, Carlton climbed onto his bed and started to cry. His face and stomach both hurt very badly. But his heart did too.

'Was I really a mistake?' He thought to himself.

He then figured that's why his father never liked him.

'If I was never born then maybe mom would be happy and not in any pain.'

Carlton let out a sigh as he rolled over to his side so he was facing the wall as tears continued to fall down his cheeks.

'I am a sissy.' He thought to himself.

As he as thinking that, he heard crashes coming from the kitchen.

At that moment, Carlton knew he had to run away. Maybe, just maybe, if he was gone then his mom and dad would be happy with each other and his dad wouldn't hurt her anymore.

He at least hoped so.

Carlton wasn't sure where he would go when he leaves the following morning, but he had to go somewhere far far away from home. That much he knew quite well.

About 10 minutes later, Carlton's mom walked into his bedroom.

"Carlton? Baby, are you awake?" She asked gently.

"Yeah." He replied turning to her.

By that time, he had stopped crying.

"Are you alright?" She asked sitting on the bed and pulling him close.

"Yeah." He nodded and hugged her.

Mona felt horrible for how she is letting all this bad stuff happen to her son and how she hasn't gotten help yet.

But she's afraid he'll kill them both. And she didn't want her baby boy to get murdered by that mad man…

Hesitantly Carlton decided to ask if he was in fact a mistake.

"Mom?" He started.

"Yes, sweetie?" Mona asked.

"Am…Am I a mistake?" Carlton asked.

"Heavens no!" Mona said quickly. "Where'd you get that idea from?"

"Dad said I was a mistake." Carlton replied.

"Well, don't listen to anything he says, alright?" Mona said hugging her son.

"Okay." Carlton nodded hugging back. Though he still feels it's true.

After a couple of minutes, Mona tucked her son into bed and kissed him goodnight. Once they said goodnight to each other, she turned the lights off and shut the door.

Carlton never told her of his plans of running away.

So once he knew the coast was clear, he got up and packed an old book bag up with some clothes and toys including his favorite gun.

Tomorrow, he'll sneak some food into it since both his parents leave before he catches the bus. But he won't be getting onto the bus tomorrow. He just hopes his mom can finally be happy.

He also hoped to find a good place tomorrow to live at for the rest of his life. Though he knows he won't be as easy as he hopes.

Carlton always wanted to become a officer or even a detective so he could save and protect people…

…But his dad's words kept echoing off of each other in his head, as he tried to get some sleep…