A/N: This is a story based on the song/music video Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. My friend ncisaddiction10 told me the other day that there was a fanfic called Concrete Angel about Ziva, and I thought to myself, boys can be concrete angels too, even though the song is about a little girl. So this is about Tony as a child, and the story line goes with Concrete Angel. It will be much sadder and make much more sense if you watch the music video first, or at least listen to the song. Each chapter is based on a verse from the song. This chapter is based on this verse, but I changed "she" to "he" and "dress" to "shirt" and "linens and lace" "smile on his face" so it was for a boy.

He walks to school with the lunch he packed,

Nobody knows what he's holding back.

Wearing the same shirt he wore yesterday,

He hides the bruises with the smile on his face.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,

It's hard to see the pain behind the mask.

Bearing the burden of a secret storm,

Sometimes he wishes he was never born.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

His alarm clocked blared, arousing him from a troubled sleep. He reached over and fumbled with the buttons until he managed to hit the right one, causing the beeps to cease. He swung his bruised and aching legs over the side of his bed and hopped down. His father had already left for work, so he was in no danger at the moment. His window was open, and he could feel the heat of the warm spring day radiating in on him. When he opened his drawers, however, he selected a long sleeved shirt that he had worn the previous day. He pulled it on and watched in the mirror as it concealed the many marks and scars that he received daily. After putting on a pair of long jeans, he left his room to finish getting ready for school.

His feet padded softly on the wood floor as he walked into the kitchen. He was seven years old and only about four feet tall, so he pulled a chair in front of the cabinet. After climbing carefully onto the chair, he reached into the cabinet and pulled down a jar of peanut butter and an unopened jar of grape jelly. They were both heavy, so he placed one down on the chair, then climbed down with the other in his small hand. He got a knife out of the drawer and grabbed a loaf of bread from the breadbox. Once all these were laid on the kitchen table, he tediously combined them all into a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which he then packed neatly into his red Magnum lunchbox. All the kids at school said that their parents made their lunch for them, and left special surprises in them like a cupcake or a note. But he had never experienced that. He sighed and picked up his lunch box, stuffing it into his matching Magnum backpack.

When he walked out the front door, being sure to lock it first, his father always told him to do that, he was the witness of what a normal childhood should be like. There were little girls and boys hugging their parents, giving them kisses on the cheeks. The children would gladly except, then run off laughing to join their friends in the school yard.

He put his head down and walked quickly through them, avoiding eye contact. When he was sure he was just outside the playground gate, he looked up and continued walking in, giving his friends his usual fake-smile. Many of them smiled back, but stopped to frown when they noticed his improper clothing. They were all wearing shorts and t-shirts, while he wore a long-sleeved gray and black shirt with jeans. He realized their confusion, and immediately put his head back down and walked towards the classroom.

Mrs. Carmen, the English teacher was walking up and down the aisles of her class, talking about the different spellings of the word "there". Most of the children were paying attention, but she noticed Tony looking somewhat far away. He had his head resting on his hand while looking blankly at his text book. She was about to pass by completely when she noticed that he had pushed up the sleeves of his shirt in the heat. It revealed several bruises in the pattern of fingers, as if someone had grabbed him tightly and shaken him or picked him up. She kept walking, but she really did worry about that boy sometimes.

After class, Mrs. Carmen asked Tony to stay after for a moment. Tony came up to her desk, trying to look casual.

"Yes, Mrs. Carmen?" he asked, looking anywhere but her eyes.

She opened her mouth, paused for a moment, and then closed it. She looked at Tony's arm and noticed the sleeve had been pulled back down. In a quick second, she decided it was none of her business.

"I was just wondering if you were interested in joining book club." she lied, knowing full-well that Tony hated to read.

Tony gave her a funny look and said, "No thank you, Mrs. Carmen."

She nodded and said, "Ok I was just wondering. Now get to your next class before you're late." She smiled kindly.

He nodded and ran out the door, clutching his backpack as he went.

Mrs. Carmen sighed and cupped her head in her hands, her thoughts never leaving the image of the finger-marks on Tony's arm.

Tony left school that day feeling just as horrible as ever. Again he had to see all the loving parents, this time welcoming their kids home with the same warm hugs and kisses. He put his head down again and sped up his pace wishing, and not for the first time, that he had never been born.

A/N: The next chapter is already in the making. It is the second in the three total chapters, because there are three main verses. It should be up later tonight or tomorrow. This story will be updated quickly and over soon, but I'm hoping you like it and express that in your reviews! Thanks for reading! If Tony abuse is your favorite kind of fanfic, I have several other stories that you might like.

Thanks again!

-AgentDiNozzo13