The Napiers were not the richest family in town in fact they were what very low incomed, living in the dirtiest part of town in a run down one bedroom apartment. James was a lazy excuse of a man, there wasn't a day that went by that he wasn't drunk. He wanted nothing to do but to sit around and do nothing as his wife Debra. Her job was not something to be proud of but hey it in her eyes it is what paid the bills. She was a woman of the night scene and you could find her out on the local street corners. On some nights when James would drink until he was so out of it he that he took his rage out on his beautiful wife's face, those nights she was forced to wear an excessive amount of makeup to cover up he brusied face.

Debra always made sure she used protection when she was with her clients but she slipped up one afternoon with her husband after they had been fighting. She was scared to tell him that she was pregnant, She had secretly hoped that when he would somehow change his ways and become a better man. Wishful tinking because that never happened, in fact it just seemed to make him worst. When the baby was born James wanted nothing to do with him and would get angered by his constant crying.

"Will you shut that God damn thing up!" he shouted from his seat in the livingroom as the poor baby screamed at top of his lungs.

"Jesus James!" Debra sighed as she walked over carefully picking the baby up into her arms "You are no more than two feet away from him, the least you could do is pick him up."

"I never wanted that thing to begin with," he retorted "you were just being a whore when you got pregnant with it."

"How is getting pregnant from your own husband being a whore?" she asked rolling her eyes.

James quickly stood up and grabbed her by the hair "You are whatever I say you are... do you understand?"

Tears stung her eyes as he yanked her hair harded until she gave a weak nod. He smiled "Good girl."

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As the years past and Jack would become the victim of his father's rage and no matter how much his mother would beg for James not to hurt Jack he never listened. Even if the boy was sitting off in the corner playing with his broken toys too loudly, James out yell and smack him.

"SHUT UP!"

Little Jack would look up at his father and just stare at him before James brought back his hand and slap him across the face.

It hurt Debra to see her son going through this and she wanted out, to be free from him once and for all. So with her husband knowing she started saving money so that oneday soon her and Jack leave behind this monster of a man. She looked up to see James with a fist full of her young son's hair with his fist back ready to strike.

"JAMES...NO!" she shouted making the mistake of grabbing her husband's fist.

"HE NEEDS TO LEARN RESPECT!" He hissed before shoving the young child to the ground.

Jack tried to obey his father but it seemed whatever he did was not what James liked and then it 'SMACK!' right across his face. He hated when his mother left for work because he was forced to stay with his father and some nights James would invite his crummy friends over. It was those nights Jack dreaded the most.

"Come here boy," one of his Dad's shady friends said as he gestured for Jack to come to him.

Jack's eyes flashed towards his father who was glaring at him with cigar dangling from his mouth just daring the boy to refuse. Jack reluctantly walked towards the man who nodded and replied "That's a good boy."

When Jack was close enough the man grabbed him and just laid his cigar into the boy's exposed flesh. The other men inclueding his father laughed as he pulled away and dashed off to his corner of the room.

School was hell for the poor boy who dressed in old worn out clothes that were two sizes too big and there wasn't a day that went by that he wasn't bullied for it. He was nine years old when he met her. It was during lunch one day and Jack of course was sitting by himself on the far end of the playground eating the sandwich his mother had packed for when his bully Alex came over.

"What's up Jackie?" he asked in a mocking tone and giving the smaller boy a quick nudge "Eating your lunch?"

Jack just ignored him and turned away, this angered Alex "FREAK!" he hissed

"I'm not a freak," Jack said mumbled

A smile formed across the bully's face now that he had gotten the boy's attention "Did you say something?"

Nothing...

"HEY I'M TALKING TO YOU!" he shouted as grabbed Jack by the shirt collar to pull him up.

Jack again said nothing.

Out of anger Alex knocked the sandwich out of Jack's hand and just stomped down on it.

Across the playground the new girl witnessed what was going on "MRS. BAILEY!" she shouted.

"What is it Ms Easman?" the teacher replied

"Look," she said pointing over at the place the two boys were.

Mrs. Bailey placed her hands on her hips and marched over "Mr. Cobalt!" she said in a stern tone

Alex quickly let go of Jack and turned towards the teacher and smiled "We were just playing,"

"I think you and I need to go see Principle Fynn," she said before leading Alex away but before he was out of sight he turned back and glared at Jack who was now holding his crushed sandwich.

"Are you alright?" the young girl asked as she walked over and placed a hand on Jack's shoulder causing him to flinch.

He quickly pulled himself away from her, he didn't know who this girl thought she was but he for sure did not want her touching him.

"My name is Isabel," she said sweetly

"Huh?" he asked tilting his head

"What's yours?" she asked

"Jack," he whispered

She smiled at him "Hello Jack!"

He continued to stare at her for a moment, he just could not figure out why she was being nice to him.

"Here," she said pulling out her own lunch box "you can have half of mine."

A crooked smiled formed on his face as he took a seat next to her and shared her lunch. She told him about her school before and how her daddy got a new job and hpw they had to move. Jack just listened to her, he found her interesting.

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"Ew...the new girl is hanging out with Jack the werido," the kids were tease

"Come on," she said grabbing his hand and pulling him along with her and away from them.

"So what is your family like?" she asked as they walked back to class.

Jack stopped and looked down on the ground "Normal," he lied

She looked back at him and smiled "Okay."

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That evening Jack was at the table doing his homework while his mother was making supper for his father.

"Mom," he said looking up at her "I love you."

"I love you,too," she replied walking over to kiss the top of his head, "Now I have to go finish your father's dinner."

"Why does he hate us?" he found himself asking

"He doesn't hate us sweetie," she replied

Defending his father was something he could never figure out why his mother did it, there were so many times when he walked in and saw her covering up a bruise with her make up. His father knew many things and 'Love' was differently not one of them. Jack stared down at his homework for awhile thinking and it wasn't until he heard the apartment door swing open did he snap out of his train of thought.

"GODDAMN IT WOMAN!" his father yelled "YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE SPICY SAUCE!"

"But James there is no spice in any of that," his mother tried to explain

"SO WHAT, YOU TRYING TO CALL ME A LIAR?"

"No I would never do that,"

Jack watched his father advanced his mother his hands tightening around her neck.

Before he stop himself the words had already escaped his mouth "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

"You son of bitch!" he heard his father snarl as he released his wife and turned his attention towards his son

Jack felt his heart slamming against his chest as his father approached him eyes glaring and nostrils flaring.

"James... no," his mother pleaded but it was no use. James has already grabbed his son by the hair and was dragging him to the bedroom. Jack knew he was in trouble as he watched his father push the dresser against the door to stop his mother from stopping him.

"YOU GOT SOME NERVE!" he yelled

"I'm sorry," Jack said in a scared voice but his father paid no attention as he advanced his powerless son.

Ten minutes later James walked out of the room washed his bloody hands in the kitchen sink so his wife could see and ate his dinner like nothing had happened.

Okay so I decided to rewrite this story for the heck of it and besides I wasn't truly happy with how the other story was going so here is it enhanced...please leave a review :D