Chapter 1 And So It Begins
This is my feeble attempt to write a backstory for Nelson and Victor Clay. Trying to stick to canon here based on the few revelations that the author and actors have revealed about their characters. This is just a test to see if there is any interest. Whether I continue to weave this tale rests squarely on you lovely readers' shoulders. So let me know. Yay of Nay? P.S. What if I promise it will get better?
"Where is he? Where'd you hide the clumsy little bastard?"
Their mother's muffled pleas followed by a loud slap and sobbing entreaties to leave their youngest son alone fell on deaf ears.
"He's only 3, Rafe... It was an accident. He's just a baby."
Nelson felt his little brother burrow deeper into his arms. He could feel Victor shudder as their father's alcohol and drug related rant continued.
"There you go.. making excuses for that whiney, little shit. He know'd he weren't supposed to touch my stuff... That pipe. It were my pa's. Carried it with him throughout the war and now it's broke. I'm gonna teach him not to touch my things. I'm his Da and he will learn to obey me. He's not too young to learn that!"
The sound of footsteps told Nelson that his dad was making his way upstairs...He knew the routine by now... that soon the man would open the brothers' bedroom door and he'd find them.. he always found them... huddled together in the back of the closet.
"Nelwie, I'm scared. Da's looking for me. I don't want him to find me. It'll hurt. It always hurts when he does."
"Shhh, Tory. Not this time... I promise you. He's not going to hurt you this time."
"You pwomise?" Victor squeaked. Nelson could sense rather than see his little brother turn his head upwards looking for validation that this time would be different.
"I do. Now shush. I'll protect you. You're my little bro and it's my duty to keep you safe. He's not going to hurt you again. I'm going to see to it. It all ends tonight."