This is a story about Weevil.....it's pretty much a child abuse story....if
you don't like don't read. Part 1 of "What's Really Gon' On?".
Don't own YGO.
Morning came. A tall,blonde haired man stood above a young,green-haired child. "Wake up." he says as he grabs Weevil and throws him across the room then picks him up and punches him in the face then takes a empty vodka bottle and hits him over the head with it,it shatters and the shards cut his head;he bleeds. Then he hits him with a baseball bat,Weevil cries out and his father hits him in the face. He leaves and Weevil pulls his knees up to his chest and cries silently to himself. Eventually he gets up and gets dressed. He goes downstairs and picks the glass out of his head and cleans out the cuts,then goes and eats breakfast and catches the bus to Domino Junior High.
"Helloooooo! Are we awake?" Rex Raptor says. "....Huh?" "C'mon,we'll be late for class,lazy ass." The brown-haired boy says. The day goes pretty smoothly. "Hey doode. Can I hang out at your house today?" "I dont think that'd work today..."
Weevil dosn't ask why. He knows that home life for Rex is hectic ever scence his parents got divorced and his mom got a new boyfriend who hates Rex.
Weevil walks around the park and then realises something that just about kills him......his father is working at the pool-house now. He should be home soon. But oh! how it killed him to go home! It was only 4:00! He headed home.
Weevil arrived home. His house was a run down peice of shit...broken windows,mud everywhere,blood stains on the walls,holes in the floor...he went in and got a filthy pan and filthy water and made filthy ramen and went into this delapidated bathroom and strips off and takes a whore- bath...he had bruises, scars, and cuts all over his body....then his father came in and beat the living shit out of him...his dad was drunk and smelled strongly of liquor and sweat...he was dressed when he was being beaten...
Weevil lay there,mentaly pleading with himself not to faint and for his dad to leave to go to the bar. He often wondered where his dad got the money for his liquor,scence he couldn't ever afford for anything other than discount,damaged ramen. His father left and Weevil got up and went outside. He lived in the only part of woods left in Domino. He walked around for a few hours and then went home when it got dark. He went into his room and took his outer clothing off and went to "bed". His bed was a old pile of rags and a hole in the ground.
Morning came. A tall,blonde haired man stood above a young,green-haired child. "Wake up." he says as he grabs Weevil and throws him across the room then picks him up and punches him in the face then takes a empty vodka bottle and hits him over the head with it,it shatters and the shards cut his head;he bleeds. Then he hits him with a baseball bat,Weevil cries out and his father hits him in the face. He leaves and Weevil pulls his knees up to his chest and cries silently to himself. Eventually he gets up and gets dressed. He goes downstairs and picks the glass out of his head and cleans out the cuts,then goes and eats breakfast and catches the bus to Domino Junior High.
"Helloooooo! Are we awake?" Rex Raptor says. "....Huh?" "C'mon,we'll be late for class,lazy ass." The brown-haired boy says. The day goes pretty smoothly. "Hey doode. Can I hang out at your house today?" "I dont think that'd work today..."
Weevil dosn't ask why. He knows that home life for Rex is hectic ever scence his parents got divorced and his mom got a new boyfriend who hates Rex.
Weevil walks around the park and then realises something that just about kills him......his father is working at the pool-house now. He should be home soon. But oh! how it killed him to go home! It was only 4:00! He headed home.
Weevil arrived home. His house was a run down peice of shit...broken windows,mud everywhere,blood stains on the walls,holes in the floor...he went in and got a filthy pan and filthy water and made filthy ramen and went into this delapidated bathroom and strips off and takes a whore- bath...he had bruises, scars, and cuts all over his body....then his father came in and beat the living shit out of him...his dad was drunk and smelled strongly of liquor and sweat...he was dressed when he was being beaten...
Weevil lay there,mentaly pleading with himself not to faint and for his dad to leave to go to the bar. He often wondered where his dad got the money for his liquor,scence he couldn't ever afford for anything other than discount,damaged ramen. His father left and Weevil got up and went outside. He lived in the only part of woods left in Domino. He walked around for a few hours and then went home when it got dark. He went into his room and took his outer clothing off and went to "bed". His bed was a old pile of rags and a hole in the ground.