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"Get your ass in the damn house! You worthless piece of trash!" Shouted an evil man.
Standing by the door was a small child. He had shaggy blonde hair and baby blue eyes, wearing a long t-shirt and short. The mean man grabbed a hand full of the shirt and threw the boy inside. The child was terrified, he was shaking and all of a sudden felt a sharp pain on his back. A belt, being slapped against the poor child. If the child yelled or even started to cry, this man would continue.
"Men don't cry! You're such a baby!" The man shouted.
Finally the door opened, it was a women. The boy looked for help from her, which he got none from. The man turned his attention to her. This women had blonde grey hair, with bruises and scars on her. The man with his beer gut had some hair on his head which was also blonde and green eyes. The boy shared his mother's eyes, something he was proud of.
"Nicole did you buy me a six pack?" He asked.
"Yes Gordon." She replied.
As this Gordon man was too busy cracking open another can of beer, the young child ran off. He climbed up the stairs and ran to his room. Once in there he locked the door. Then just stood in the darkness of his room. The walls were bare and all he really had was his dresser, bed, and a desk for homework. The child walked to his bed and sat down.
"One day- one day that bastard will pay." The child said to himself.
He heard shouting from downstairs and a loud crash, glass falling onto the ground. Yelling mostly a male voice and a scream from a female voice. The child put his hands on his ears and was rocking back and forth.
"Stop the screaming, stop the fighting." The child said to himself.
"You dumb bitch! You're just as worthless as that brat!" Gordan yelled.
"Your the boys father!" Nicole yelled.
The child was crying and rocking back and forth, "No more. Please stop." He said to himself.
There was more noises and a scream, then a thud. The child stood up and pulled something from under his bed. A box, a shoe box at that.
He opened it and a 38 revolver, he unlocked his bedroom door and walked down the stairs. He saw his father kicking his mom, his mom was just laying there. Who seemed to have passed out.
"STOP IT!" Yelled the child.
His father glanced up seeing his son standing there shaking. The child walked a step down and his father formed a grin.
"You are kidding me? What are you going to do?" He asked.
The child lifted up the revolver, "I'll shoot you." The child said.
"You don't have it in you. You won't kill me." Gordan said.
"STOP! Shut up!" The child yelled.
"You are worthless and nothing. Go on and try to shoot me, but better have good aim because if you miss I'll kill you." Gordan said.
"Stop hurting my mom and I!" The child yelled closing his eyes for a second.
"Ha, I didn't want you. I didn't want your worthless mother. She just supplies me with my beer." Gordan said.
"You don't mean that," The child said.
"Of course." Gordan said and kicked the child's mother more.
Now hearing moaning from the mother. Nicole was coughing and then was yelling in pain as Gordan kicked again.
"You are both worthless! Nothing! You will never be able to do anything with your life!" Gordan yelled.
"ENOUGH!" The child yelled.
Then he fired at his father. The child shot Gordan in the shoulder causing him to fall onto the ground. The sound of the gun being fired alerted the neighborhood. Someone dialed 9-1-1, and soon enough the police showed up. In came a few officers holding their guns and standing where he was when he fired was the child.
"Hey, kid you OK?" One officer asked.
The child didn't move. One officer went to his mother, and called for a medic. Another walked to his father and too called for a medic.
"Kid, you OK? What happened?" The officer asked again.
"I-I shot my dad." The child said with tears in his eyes.
The officer knelt down and saw the marks on the child, "Did your dad do this?" He asked.
The child nodded, "And that to my mom." The child said.
"What's your name son?" He asked.
"Martin Brandel." Martin replied.
What will happen next?