This story contains abuse. If you are not comfortable with that, please select a different story.
I stayed up until midnight multiple times finishing these so it might not be the best. I have warned you.
It was the summer of 1506 in a small Spanish village. A young Tuilo was sleeping in his room when he was awaken by a loud noise.
"YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! YOU DRANK ALL OF IT!" shouted Tulio's father, too drunk for his own good. He stumbled with anger into Tulio's room.
His heart skipped a beat as he heard his father's voice. "Dad you're drunk! I didn't drink anything!" pleaded Tulio, even though he knew it wouldn't make a difference. Infact, it seemed to anger the drunken man even more.
"LIES!" screamed Tulio's father, pushing Tulio to the ground shortly after. "YOU WILL REGRET DRINKING MY BOOZE!" continued the drunk father. He then kicked Tulio as if he were a punching bag. He kicked him with such force, that his son struggled to breathe.
"Dad stop! You're hurting me!" Stuttered Tulio. "Please, stop, it hurts." He continued. However, no matter how hard he pleaded, his father would not stop.
"SHUT UP!" growled Tulio's father. The drunken man picked up his son by the neck, temporarily choking him, and slammed his son against the wall. He threw him violently on the floor and stumbled into the kitchen.
Meanwhile, a wounded Tulio lay on the cold floor in a puddle of tears, blood escaping from his nose and mouth onto the ground. He sat up against the wall and held his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I h- I hate my life!" Sobbed Tulio, as he sat against the wall in tears. "Why does it have to be this way!" continued Tulio.
"HEY! I THOUGHT I ALREADY TAUGHT YOU A LESSON! DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK IN THERE!" shouted the drunken father.
Tulio tried his best to stay quiet in an attempt to avoid his abusive drunk father, but he continued to cry.
Eventually, he laid down on the floor, covered his face with his arm to muffle his sobs in order to avoid his father's wrath, and quietly cried himself to sleep.