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This story is a little dark, but it is about the early life of Eugene. This might not be canon but I thought that it would match the sad childhood of Eugene. I might continue this, so please let me know if you like the darker side of this story. Please leave a review and like!!

"No! You don't get it. You don't do anything for me you fucking bitch!"

I sat up from my bed, my heart pounding. My fists were clenching my blanket tightly. It was cold ever since the heat was shut off, but I was sweating from my fear.

I heard their voices through the cracked and worn-out walls. They were arguing about something. I didn't know what, but I heard loud yells back and forth.

"Please, John, Eugene is sleeping…"

"To hell with him, to hell with you, to hell with this whole damn family"

I heard something breaking and then I felt the shock of him slamming the door in anger.

He was gone, and it was all quiet now but I heard my mom cry. She was crying this morning before I got out of bed. I asked her why she cried, and she smiled at me and said it was nothing. I asked about her face bruise and she said it was nothing. It was just a fall. An accident.

I sat on my bed listening to mother crying. I wanted to cry. I was hungry but that didn't matter. I was cold but that didn't matter. But I sure wish that Mom wasn't crying.

I leaned back on my bed and when everything became quiet, I closed my eyes.

Mom opened the bedroom door and I felt her stare at me. I dared not to open my eyes. I dared not to make a sound. I heard her walk over to me and I felt her kiss my forehead. I wanted to smile, but I didn't, faking my slumber. And when I heard the door close, I opened my eyes again, until I my eyes dropped back and finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Mom sounded strange when she said 'good morning'. Her voice was shaky.

She sounded tired. There were bottles on the floor, some of them broken. They were the same bottles that cowboys drank from in the movies and the 'whiskey' that they talked about on the radio.

"Mom, I don't feel so good."

She looked at me and feigned happiness. "Sweety, what's wrong?"

Truth was, I didn't want to go to school. "I am sick I can't go to school." My stomach was hurting and I did feel a little queasy.

"Hmm, well you can't be playing hooky. Education is important Eugene. I want you to grow up smart." She patted me on the head and that made me smile. I forgot about my stomach ache.

I looked around the room. "Where's dad?"

She paused for a while and walked over to me, kneeling down.

She didn't answer my question. I guess dad was just at work like he always was.

Mom gave me a big hug, and I melted into her arms. They were so warm, comforting, and loving. Dad never gave me hugs but I would imagine that mom's hugs are so much better. But her hug felt strange. It felt sad, not happy.

"Your 6th birthday is coming up Eugene. What do you want?" she tried to smile.

At the prospect of this, I got excited but also confused. Mother told me that she would not get me anything until she had enough money. But I guess she changed her mind.

"I want to buy the book, the Tales of Flynnigan Rider!" I instinctively said.

This was a book my friend had read to me once before he moved away. I remembered the name of the book, and it was about an adventurer who never had to go to school, never had to get a job, and never had to stay at home. I wanted to be like him.

"Ok sweety. I will stop by the book store and see if they have it in stock. I will pick up a caramel for you too." With that, she leaned in one more time to kiss my forehead, but I saw her neck and it had a red mark on it, a faint bruise around her neck.

I didn't know what happened. Did she hurt herself again?

She got up from her knees and made me breakfast while I set the table.

I ate breakfast and with another hug, this one feeling happier, I left for school. I kept thinking about Mom, dad, and the book.