Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN REX GREENE MELISSA OR ANYTHING IN MIDNGIHTERS (sadly)!!!!
Chapter One:
Rex Greene wished he could die.
The tarantulas were on him again, there by the choice of a raving mad drunk who society would deem the sophisticated title of Rex's won father.
This man was, in fact, there in the room with him right now, watching and even causing his torture, and at this moment the man was screaming at the top of his lungs, "Stop trembling boy or so help me I'll never take them off!!!"
The thing was, Rex Greene could not stop trembling. The spiders were on him, crawling on him, their hairy legs making his bare skin itch and burn, their beady eyes fixed on him as if sending fear. They were finding a lot of that too ad his father's words weren't he;ping much either. Rex's lip was bleeding from where he was biting his lip to keep from screaming or crying. That would anger his father and anything that would anger the old drunk would turn out bad for him.
Of course, his dad would never hurt him with his precious arachnids dancing on Rex's bare skin, but it was what would surely come when he took them off that frightened Rex. For something would surely come next. The spiders always came first to strike fear in Rex's heart and then the infamous beating after, the one that would make Timmy Hudson feel like a pillow.
But Rex was so petrified by the hairy creatures that he didn't even care about later. He was thinking of the now, and that involved creatures crawling over him and a loony alcoholic.
Only one thought kept him from giving up and crying, which would most likely give in a one way ticket to the emergency room.
Melissa.
She was what gave him his unknown strength in these dark hours of his collapsing life.
Melissa.
Saying the name over and over in his mind made him feel like she was there with him, helping him, like friends would do.
Melissa.
And saying the name once more Rex waited out the now, and awaited the later that would surely come.