This is a look at Jess's childhood. I was always curious about what made Jess, well… Jess.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, don't sue! Also, the song Jess is humming is called Bohemian Rhapsody and I don't own that song either!
"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?" Jess sang the familiar song softly in his small bedroom, trying to tune out the yelling coming from the other room.
"You, stupid woman!" He heard a man drunkenly holler.
"I hate you!" Liz whimpered.
Once he heard a glass bottle break, he ran outside his room and found his mother crying in the corner, her arm bleeding profusely and a drunken-possibly high-man rocking back and forth.
"What did you do to her?" Jess asked, trying to stop his mother's bleeding by putting pressure on her cut by using his own t-shirt.
"Stupid boy." He muttered, slapping Jess violently on the cheek.
Jess choked back tears. "Get out!" He yelled, trying to look at vicious as possible, even though all he was a skinny, sickly thirteen year old.
"Whatever." The man left and slammed the door behind him.
"Jess." Her mother whispered, beckoning Jess to her.
"What is it?" He asked, kneeling next to her.
"Get me my beer from the counter." Liz commanded him.
He sighed and gave it to her. "You shouldn't drink that." He advised her, concern deep in his eyes.
"Shut up. You don't know anything." She snapped, taking a long gulp before putting it back on the floor.
"Whatever." He replied, bitterness clouding his voice. He went to his room. Crying a little, but quickly wiping his tears.
"Boys don't cry." He reminded himself sadly. He remembered all the things that had happened to him, in the past years, past months, even.
His mother, nightly, would come home drunk and-at the extreme- sometimes high. She would usually bring home a strange man that would abuse her. In turn, Jess would try to protect his mother, doing everything he can. Once, a guy nearly shot him because he was threatening Liz with his gun and jess tried to stand up to him the best he could. He shuddered, even thinking about it. He was scared for both his and his mother's life that night.
He caught himself crying again. He hummed again, trying to forget every bad thing that happened to him. He winced when he heard the entry door in his house close loudly.
Liz was going out again. He shook his head disapprovingly, deciding that he would never turn out like his mother. He wouldn't leave his kid alone, hungry for food and scared of what is outside his dirty window.
He turned on the radio, desperately trying to find a song that he liked. Even though he was only thirteen years old, he had a very refine pallet for his type of music. He despised sugar filled pop music and much rather enjoyed bands like The Ramones, The Clash and things like that. When he went on a field trip and the driver turned on a fluffy little tune meant especially for six to eleven year olds, he scoffed at it and, like he did when Liz and that man were arguing, tuned it out. He tuned out things he didn't like and kept all of his emotions inside him. It was easier that way, he discovered.
Life sucks, he thought grimly. He left the room and went to the refrigerator. Taking out a beer, he looked at it closely. He was going to open it, but then thought better of it. He angrily put it back and ran to his room and started to weep in his pillows.
"Boys can cry." He concluded and cried until morning. He was awoken by his mother. She was waltzing in with a hangover. "Back to life." Jess went to make some cereal.
That was my first one shot! Um… If anyone wants me to continue with it then tell me! Please review!
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