Disclaimer – I don't own Scrubs
Prologue
He ran to the house as fast as he could. If he was late mummy would punish him for being slow and lazy. He guiltily touched the stolen candy bar in his pocket. He had to take it. He was dizzy with hunger.
He ran through the gate to the house and checked all the windows for searching eyes before chucking the candy bar into a bush where, hopefully, no one would find it.
As he entered the house his mummy called to him. "Boy," she yelled, "Get up here now!"
He walked up the stairs to his mummy. He was always called boy because his mummy always said that he didn't deserve a name. His teachers only called him John because they didn't know him. They're blind and didn't see how filthy and bad he was. They didn't see that he deserved to be punished.
He reached the top of the stairs and saw his mummy waiting for him by the bathroom. He swallowed and nervously walked over to her. As soon as he was in arms reach she grabbed him by his hair and pulled him toward her.
"Get in there," she snarled and threw him into the bathroom. She dragged im up off the floor and pushed him over to the toilet, shoving her finger up his throat till he gagged and threw up. She threw him away and wiped her hands in her shirt.
"Let's see if you've stolen anything today," she said. She looked into the toilet, carefully inspecting his vomit. Eventually she grunted in satisfaction.
As she left the bathroom she punched the boy in the head. "Clean up this room," she said. "I want it spotless."
The boy nodded eagerly. Maybe if he cleaned properly tonight he would get some dinner. He savored the thought of eating at the table with the family, laughing and chatting. His eyes clouded over and he tilted his head for a second as he daydreamed but he quickly returned to reality. Of course he wouldn't eat at the table. He was too dirty and worthless to eat with the family.
After the bathroom was cleaned he was told to wait outside while the family had dinner. After making sure no one was looking out the windows he grabbed his candy bar, unwrapped it and greedily shoved it into his mouth in a desperate attempt to sooth his growling stomach. He then sat at the door step, listening to the family talk and laugh and smelling the aroma of actual cooked food.
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