Chapter 1

Wiping blood from the side of his mouth, Tim held his fist to the front of his face. He moved out of the way of a kick from the side and threw a quick jab to the man opposing him, knocking him out. Tim walked out of a back ally of his small New England town, and he set out for home. He stood on the porch of his house, taking in a deep breath before walking in.

"Where the hell have you been, Timmy? You were supposed to come home right after school," his older sister said as she walked down the stairs to meet him at the front door. His hands were red from the fight, and there was some blood and dirt smeared on his face.

"Goddamn it, Tim. Have you been in another fight," she said as she dragged him up the stairs and into the bathroom, prepared to wash the blood off.

"So what if I was? It's not like they care if I was! They wouldn't even notice," he said trying to pull away. But, as she strengthened her grip on him, knew it was pointless and that he definitely wasn't getting away

"Are they even here," he said bitterly, looking toward his sister as she washed off the last of the dirt and blood.
"No, they're gone for the night.....but that still doesn't mean you can go off picking fights with whoever you want," she said tapping him on the head with her middle knuckle

"You finish cleaning up and come back downstairs. I ordered a pizza before you came home, it should be here soon," she said before walking out of the room closing the door behind her

Tim pulled off his shirt and turned on the water. Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open and a man came in hollering obscenities, "What is with you!? Beating on the neighbors' son again! What the fuck is wrong with you kid?!"

Tim's father yelled as he pulled the half naked teen by his hair, out of the bathroom. "Aren't you going to say anything, you little fuck? I'm talking to you kid!"

He dragged Tim to the front door and pinned him to it.

"You are going over and apologizing to them this INSTANT!" he yelled, letting go of the boys arm. Tim looked at his father, face to face for a second. His eyes were blazing with hate. He turned and walked back to the bathroom.

"Where the hell do you think you're going," He asked as he grabbed Tim's arm angrily.

"I'm going to the bathroom so I can finish getting ready, and after that, I'm going to eat. If you have a problem with that, that's too goddamn bad," he said, attempting to pull his arm away from his father's grasp. But the man was now red in the face from anger, and threw the young teen into a wall beside the door so hard that the boy's body indented the wall. The boy's body crumpled to the ground

"I said apologize to them now. Not whenever you fucking feel like it," the man said, glowering over Tim. Getting up, Tim looked him straight in the eye and went back up stairs. His father watched as the boy walked up, and slowly began following him…

This story is pure fiction nothing in it is real and all came from my head ….
This is story goes along with 'hell girl: my last hope' story from Tim's pov. If you like it let me know and I will write more chapters
Thanks for reading