A/N: Hello! I'm Zabree and this is my first fanfic on here! Hope you all like, please review. I take them to help my writing. c:
Prologue
Brendon never meant to disappoint his mother, seeming to always mess shit up constantly. It was just hard for him; everything was hard. Seeing his mother drink constantly, bringing home strangers that she fucked with. Brendon could hear them every night, some even abused his mother in the process. He could hear her screaming, asking them to stop sometimes. Brendon was a coward though, frozen in his bed, urging himself to fall asleep before he could hear his mother get smacked again. He couldn't understand why she kept doing it, he didn't know why she never stood up for herself. Not until he woke up the next morning to go to school, seeing his mother get paid for what she was doing. With breath caught in his throat he quickly turned away, acting as if he saw nothing. Even if Brendon's mother got paid a lot, she wouldn't buy the medicine the boy needed. That's why she was always pissed at him, because he was so hyper active. He needed the ADHD pills to help him calm down, but his mother refused, yelling at him that he could handle his own damn self. Brendon was only ten, there was no way he could fucking control on how hyper he was by himself. He always tried his best for his mother though, unconditionally loving her every moment. He didn't care if she drank, did drugs, slept around with different guys. No, he still loved her. Even whenever she laid her hand on him, he didn't care. Brendon loved his mother, but his mother didn't love him the same.