AN- I was inspired to do this fic after reading "Midvalley's Serenade" by Jexia. I said to myself, Wolfwood needs a fic about his life. And darn it, I am going to give him one. So here it is. Oh, and go read "Midvalleys Serenade" It's a really good fic! Also, this fic will have some lyrics at the begging. Mostly the lyrics will only be little snippets, and will only appear at the beginning of the story. To kind of set the mood for the chapter.

Disclaimer- I do not own Trigun. Or the song "Never Again" by Nickleback

The whole story is told from Wolfwood's POV

Warnings- Language, angst, Child abuse, Future Yaoi (Though I will not say who is paired with who.) and OOC-ness. I will try my best to keep the characters in character, but for the sake of the story, some of them will be OOC.

Lyrics

Title- Original Sins

Chapter one

Father's a name you haven't earned yet,
You're just a child with a temper,
Haven't you heard "don't hit a lady,"
Kickin' your ass would be a pleasure oh ohhhh......

I sighed as I pulled up the blankets around me. It was going to be a rather cold night. One of the unusually cold nights here on this planet. My so-called father was out getting drunk again. Of course he could spend all of his money on himself, and not spend a dime of it on me. Or at least on a warmer blanket.

"Oh! Josh! You are sooo naughty!"

Dear God. Not another one. I heard the front door open and close, as their voices carried off down the hall. He had brought home another hooker. The girls he always brings home, he beats, and rapes them, then sends them on their way. I hate when he does this. The yelling and the crying. I'm only six for heaven's sake! The least he could do, is send me to live somewhere else. Or put me on the streets. I would much rather live on the streets, than live here in this hellhole.

"Oh! Please no! Don't!"

"Shut up! I paid for you to do things the way I want to do them! So shut up, and start pleasuring me!"

I put the pillow over my head to drown out the drunken voice of my father, and the screams of the girl.

"I can't take much more of this!"

I say to myself. I quickly gather some of my things up, and hurry to the door of my room. I opened it, and quietly crept out of my room, and down the hall. I could still hear the screams of the girl, and my father moaning.

"Just a little further, and I can be free."

I reached the door, and turned the knob. This was it. When I open this door, I will no longer be bound here. I was about to open the door when I heard the door to my father's room open.

"Oh Shit."

I said quietly to myself. I had to go now. If he caught me out here, he would beat me again.

"Nicholas?"

Fear struck me faster then a ton of bricks. Father was drunk, and he would be very pissed off at me. A beating was surely in order for me.

"What the 'ell are you doin'?"

"I was...going to g-go o-ou-outside for a w-while."

Did I mention I have a bit of a stuttering problem when I get nervous? I guess not. And boy, does it piss my father off royally when I stutter.

"Nicholas, come here."

'No!'

My mind screams at me to just run out the door. To just run and never look back. But, where would I go? Where can I go? I have no other family, and I don't have money. Maybe I should just stay here for a while. Endure this torture for just a few more days until can sort these things out. After the beatings, things usually aren't so bad. I hurt for a few days, but with the promise of freedom in my head, I will endure any punishment for now.

"Do NOT make me tell you again Nicholas. Come HERE!"

I trudge towards him. I am terrified of him. He is drunk, and really pissed. Normally when he beats me, he isn't really drunk. But pissed off. And if they hurt that bad when he's just mad, I can't begin to imagine what this will be like when he is drunk too.

"Oh, Nicholas. You are going to regret doing this."

And with that, his belt cam down hard on my back.