AN:
Hello there! I know I should really update my other fics, but this idea kept popping into my head and I wanted to get it down. It's a modern AU where Alvin is Hiccup's abusive father.
Disclaimer: I don't own How To Train Your Dragon, DreamWorks does. So, I don't own anything you recognize. I just own my OCs.
Without further ado, voilà!
Chapter 1:
I held my breath as the front door slammed downstairs, signalling my father's return from work, or wherever he went while I was at school. The stack of overdue bills on the table said that he didn't work, but who was I to judge?
Anyway, I gripped my pencil tighter and considered hiding in my closet. I had been in the middle of doing homework when Alvin Hadden, my father, had practically knocked the door off its hinges, home again. I jumped with a yelp of terror when I heard heavy, pounding steps on the stairs, coming up to get me. I stood hastily, my math papers drifting to the floor, and tried to prepare myself the best I could. I know I should've been already used to this, considering that it had been going on since I was quite little - well, littler - but I still got terrified, even though this was a daily occurrence.
"HICCUP!" my father yelled, pounding down the hallway. I shrank against the wall, feeling my body trembling with fear. "WHERE ARE YOU?"
He finally entered my room, eyes bloodshot and breath rank with alcohol. So he's been drinking again, I thought. Suddenly, the air was forcefully expelled from my lungs as a meaty fist slammed into my ribcage. I gasped for air and fell sideways, curling into a ball. More kicks and punches rained down, along with yells of, "YOU FILTHY, USELESS THING! YOU KILLED HER! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, AND YOUR WORTHLESS EXISTENCE KILLED HER!"
He was talking about my mother, who had died in childbirth 15 years ago, when I was born. My father blamed me for her death, hence the heavy drinking and daily uncontrolled beatings. I hid the bruises and bumps under long-sleeved shirts and long pants at school, but I think my wincing was getting the teachers' attention, because these days I was getting more and more suspicious and/or concerned looks from them.
With a final kick and a murderous glare, my father stood up to his full intimidating height and moved to stumble away to pass out on the couch downstairs for a few hours. But, as he entered the hallway, police sirens wailed to life just outside, as if they'd snuck up to the house, then decided to announce their rather loud presence when they were ready. I had a few seconds to wonder why there police sirens outside my house and why they would suddenly appear, instead of me hearing them from a distance, getting closer, but then a loud, deep voice yelled, "Alvin Hadden! Come out with your hands above your head! You are under arrest! The house is surrounded!"
Well, that answers that question, I thought groggily, rubbing my head. I had hit it on the way down to the floor and I sincerely hoped I didn't have a concussion. Those were not nice. I looked to my father, wondering what he would do. He was swearing to himself vilely, crushing the whiskey bottle in his hands. He stomped down the hallway, probably going to give the police outside the house an earful. I shuddered, trying unsuccessfully to raise myself on my elbows to get up. My knees knocked together and my legs were unsteady, so I only got up for a few seconds before collapsing again. My heart jumped in my mouth when I heard the front door slam again, but I knew that this time it was my father going out, not in. A loud commotion breaking out between my father and the police was the last thing I heard before my world went black.
AN:
So? Is it any good? This is my first time writing a child abuse fic, so go easy on me.