"Aprenda de ayer, vive al día, la esperanza para mañana."
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."
The eight-year-old boy sat in the corner of the kitchen watching the same scene again. The yelling a cussing became as loud as the thunder of the nighttime storm outside. The tears were still fresh along his face no matter how many times the scene played out. He held his knees close to himself to hide somewhat. Yet he still wanted to see the horror unfold.
His father gripped her up and began to shake her. He screamed 'disgusting whore' repeatedly. She begged and begged for forgiveness, but he still shook her guilty. She finally got one arm free and slapped him in the face. He let go and staggered back.
"I said I was sorry Nick! What more do you want? To get on my knees and beg?" His mother was crying just as much as the young boy now. Nick looked at her with cold hazel eyes. "Well Jaslene, it would be awfully nice to keep your goddamn legs closed for once!"
And with that he lashed out back handing her. She fell to the ground as Nick stormed out. Her long black hair covered her face. "Go to your room and stay there," she told her son. He got up and walked around her quietly, then ran to his room upstairs.
The young boy opened the door to his room. He soon turned around to the room behind him. This is where his baby brother resided. And the baby brother was crying from the yelling and horrid sounds from the hallway. The young boy walked in and looked at his six-year-old brother sitting on the floor against his bed. "Shh, Nicky, stop crying," was really the only thing he could provide to try and calm him down.
The three simple words did calm him somewhat. He did continue to sniffle. His attention was now focused on the door and the tall man standing in it.
Nick took a long hard look at his sons. They almost looked exactly alike on the exception that his older son was born without pigment and low melanin in his eyes making them a light icy blue. Nicky had the eyes of his mother, Listerine green. Both of them stared at him not knowing what to do or say, being so scared.
He couldn't take their looks any longer and left slamming the door. Nick looked down the hall at the bathroom. The light was on and cabinets were opening and closing. He walked down to find Jaslene tending to the scratch on her face from his ring.
"You only did this to yourself," he told her. She slammed the Neosporin on the counter and turned to him. "I didn't hit me you wife beater!" Her Dominican accent peeking through her speech. The brawl began again. Their sons listened in silence between themselves as the thunder rolled around with the pitter-patter of rain on the window.
Nicky began to cry once again. The boy just stared at him screaming and hollering from the trauma unfolding. Just then the sound fast continuous thumping sounded then ended. Soon after Nick kicked in Nicky's door and grabbed the elder son by his thick black hair and dragging him along. This only made Nicky scream harder and louder.
The boy was dragged down the hall as he screamed in pain to the stairs where he saw his mother at the bottom on the ground. Nick dragged his son outside, with the boy only wearing plaid pajama pants in the cold weather, to his pick up truck opening the door and threw him inside. The boy hit his head on the window then soon blacked out.
"Hey boy, wake up! Oh you…piece of shit…" Nick mouthed at his son still knocked out. Nick grabbed him by his hair again lifting his head and slapping him in the face. His eyes soon fluttered open.
He looked around seeing the tacky wall décor and colors of the room. Must be another hotel. His father had taken Nicky last time. The boy got up and walked over to the window as the late afternoon sun shone through the window. His father called from the bathroom, "Don't you open the damn door, ya hear me?"
He didn't answer. Soon a soap tray was thrown from the bathroom hitting the window and cracking it. The boy fell to the ground scared half to death at almost being annihilated by a heavy soap tray.
The boy looked back out the window seeing a maid looking in. The boy put his hands against the window and mouthed 'Help'. The maid looked into the bathroom and saw the man in the mirror and jumped. She then ran away. The boy sighed.
"What the hell? How could you rat your old man out?" the boy heard his father yell. He didn't bother turning away from the window as he would soon suffer from his fathers angry fist.
Nick grabbed him by his hair once again and hit him in the face. Yelling why, the eight-year-old still did not say a word. Nick was getting angrier with every hit as his son wouldn't speak. He finally punched him in the gut as he fell to the ground. Nick watched him dry heave. The kids weren't well taken care of by their drunken drug-abusing parents. The brothers were potentially suffering from malnutrition.
Sirens suddenly sounded from outside. "Shit," Nick whispered. He grabbed the boy and made way for the bathroom window right after dead bolting the front door. He grabbed the toilet lid and broke out the glass. He pushed his son through then jumped out. He ran with the boy thrown over his shoulder to his truck and quickly jumped in starting it. 'Police freeze!' was heard and Nick only floored it taking off causing Saskatoon's most dangerous high-speed chase in Saskatoon history.
The truck wiped around corners and bends rocking its occupants. Neither of them wearing a seatbelt. Nick saw the roadblock ahead and cut across someone's front lawn tearing it up. He made it to the highway and only started to drive faster weaving in and out of traffic. A cop car started to sideswipe him only making Nick angrier as he sideswiped back forcing the cop into a median. A total of five police cars were chasing him.
One brave officer pulled up and fishtailed the back end of the truck. Nick started to loose control and the little boys' tears came freely now. The police car tried again successfully turning the truck sideways. But what they didn't expect was another police car ramming into the side of the truck causing it to roll four times then be brutally stopped by a rather large tree of the side of the road. By this time both passengers were knocked unconscious.
The young boy opened his eyes to a very blurry world. Different colored lights flashed. Red, blue, white, and yellow in the nighttime sky. He heard someone yelling and saw a hand attached to a white sleeve begin to wave in front of his face. He kept hearing 'He's alive! He's alive!' He tried to pick up his head only to find it restricted. As he was lifted off the tar of the highway and he closed his eyes once more.