I'm Not Like Him
A/n: Hello! How is everyone? I just want to say that I hope you all will enjoy my new story (even though I'm working on others right now.. X-x;;) but anyways.. I think this story may be one of my main focuses at the time since this idea has been nagging me in the back of my mind. lol.. xD Okay.. I'll stop randomly now! So sit back and relax and enjoy the friggin story!
Disclaimer: Nope... don't own FMA... what so ever... oh well... xD
Prologue
"BITCH!"
A hard slap was planted on Trisha's face as she painfully fell to the ground from the blow. She looked up at her abusive husband with pure terror. He then roughly grabbed her by the back of her hair, forcing her to stand on both legs. He shook her violently as he roared and screamed into her ears like a wild animal. "I know you were checking that guy out at the party!" He yelled coldly.
Trisha closed her tightly as she embraced herself for more of the thrashing she knew she was going to receive that night. Her husband then shoved her against the wall. She yelped out in pain as she felt her head banging against the wall. "H-Hohenheim…" She stammered weakly.
"Shut up!" He yelled, as he slapped her across the face then dropped her to the floor. He gave her a couple of hard kicks to the ribs then spat on her face. "You better not do that EVER again! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!"
"Y-Yes…." Trisha silently said through a raspy whisper.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" He kicked her one more time in the ribs to force her to answer louder.
"Y-YES! I-I'M SORRY! It won't happen again!" She clutched her stomach as she painfully winces from her aching ribs. Hohenheim narrowed his eyes dangerously before he left his battered wife alone on the floor, broken and beaten. The 2-year-old blond hair boy hastily rushed to his mother's aid. He had just witness the whole incident by hiding behind a corner. He had tears streaming down his face as he kneeled down by his mother's side. "M-Mommy…?" He choked between tears.
Trisha manages to pick herself up with a mournful smile plastered her face. "D-Don't worry Edward… mommy's alright…" She weakly said as she pulled her small boy into a motherly embrace. Edward sobbed once more into his mother chest as she rubbed Edward's back in circular motion for comfort. "Hush now… everything's alright…." Trisha was trying to calm her young son down. She hated to see her son going through this. Seeing his own mother getting beaten, day by day, by the hands of his own father. "W-Why does.. daddy…hurt you mommy….?"
Trisha's eyes slightly widen in surprise by Edward's question but then closed them. She tighten the embrace around her son as she quietly says, "I don't know… Edward…. but.. I do know that no matter what… your father will always love us…."
Edward snuggled more into his mother's chest for warmth and comfort, and slowly found himself falling into a deep slumber in her arms. Trisha slightly hummed a comforting tune to her son as she gently picked him up, careful of not waking him. She carried him all the way to his bedroom, setting him on his bed carefully. She pulled the covers over him and gave him a small peck on the forehead. "Goodnight…" She said, and then left the room.
End of Prologue
A/n: I hope you all enjoy the story so far.. Sorry if the prologue was sort… but anyways.. Drop me a review if you want to! I would love to hear your opinion on the story so far, even if it is a flame.. o-O
