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You know…
These days, I find myself summing up my life with one word.
Difficult.
And I'm not just saying that because my grandfather hates any and everything freaky and I am a freak.
Well… actually, yeah I am.
I'm pretty sure it was my Father who had the mutant abilities, cause my mom can't really do anything.
There's really no nice way to put it. My mom can't really do anything right. Be it dishes, jobs or boyfriends, she fails at everything. (Which is probably why she still lives with Grandpa.)
I'm not complaining.
It's a good thing for me because if she was able to hold a job, she'd have enough money to do abortion.
She said that she couldn't ask for a better son and that she would never get rid of me.
As a little kid, I believed her. But then, after she tried to ditch me at 7 different parks, 4 different stores and 2 different parking lots, I began to doubt.
Then there's my grandpa.
"You little brat! Get your ass back here right now!"
Shit. He's pissed off big time today. I was only playing in the back yard but he must have thought that I was trying to run away.
"Coming Grandpa." I answer.
Running up to him he smacks my cheek hard. I stumble back and almost trip over the back porch. "Why the hell are you out here and not helping your mother do the dishes you ungrateful little- "
I didn't stay to hear the rest.
Mom was doing the dishes, and that was bad, really bad. For every dish she dropped I would be blamed, and when I'm blamed I go hungry or beaten.
I run into the kitchen to find Mom humming a happy tune when she dropped a glass cup. I dove for it and caught it just before it hit the ground. I quickly checked it over.
*Whew* No cracks.
"Good catch sweetie." Mom said cheerfully. Completely not caring that she nearly cost me my meals for the next 2 days. Grandpa came stumbling in with his cane and snatched the cup from my hand. He looked it over like I had done and was happy to see no chips or cracks as well. He handed it back to my mom and looked at me.
"Help your mother finish the dishes, then get dinner ready."
"Yes sir."
I didn't let my mom do very much, if I did she would drop whatever I gave her. So she chatted away letting me do my job as she went on and on about this nice guy she met last night at the bar.
"Oh he was such a gentleman, he bought me a drink and blah blah blah."
I kinda tuned her out, seeing as how she never had anything interesting to say. Personally I thought that all the boys she brought home with her were idiots.
Grandpa would keep reminding me that my dad was just like the rest of them; Drunk, stupid, left the next week. I didn't want to think that my dad was just like them. I like to think that my dad was the only good one she brought home and that Grandpa had to chase him away because he didn't want my mom to leave him.
In my mind, my dad was a superhero with cool abilities like me, and one day, he would come and take me away from this stupid 'family' and we'd travel the world together.
(Come on, a kid can dream, right?)
I didn't have any siblings. Mom learned her lesson after she had me and was more careful from then on. The boys she brought home were always drunk. When they came to their senses, they'd run out as fast as they could, but Mom never gave up. Sometimes I wish she would. It would make things so much easier, plus, Grandpa didn't hit me as much when Mom was around. So every time she left, I was at his mercy.
When she was finally done with her rambling I had managed to finish the dishes in record time and was about to start dinner when…
"BOY! Get your ass in here NOW!"
Gezz, what does he want now? I looked at my mom, she gave me a reassuring smile.
"Go on honey, I'll make dinner."
Great. Burnt eggs and sour soup again.
I run to the living room to see Grandpa pointing at something on the couch. "What is this?" He asked angrily.
"I-its h-hair, sir."
And not just any hair, it was animal hair.
I was screwed big time.
He grabbed the collar of my dirty old shirt. "Correct." He spat. "And why is there hair on my couch?" It wasn't a question, he knew why. I wasn't allowed a bed so I slept on the floor. Sometimes I transform in my sleep and shed all over the floor. Grandpa doesn't usually care as long as I vacuum it all up before breakfast. But this time, I slept on the couch.
It was much more comfortable than the floor and it was the first time in months that Grandpa didn't fall asleep on the couch watching TV and it was a cold night. I couldn't help myself. I thought I vacuumed it all up this morning but I must have missed a spot. Well now I was gonna pay for it. He shook me as hard as he could.
"Answer me!" he shouted.
"I-I might have s-slept on the c-couch."
Damn, I was stuttering over my words, gotta stop doing that.
He threw me to the ground. "You little freak! How dare you! You don't deserve to sleep on the couch! I let you stay under my roof, I let you eat my food, and this is the thanks I get? Disobedience?"
He began to hit me with the cane over and over again, screaming that I wasn't good enough for anything. Then, when I thought I would pass out, he stopped. It hurt like hell, but I was glad it was over.
I should have known better.
He grabbed my blonde hair and pulled my face to his. I could smell the tobacco in his breath.
"No wonder your father abandoned you, you're a worthless piece of trash." His spit sprayed me on nearly every word. But nothing hurt more than that sentence. The truth stabbed like a knife that was being twisted with every breath I took.
"Dinner Time!" Mom called from the kitchen in her usual chipper voice. Grandpa glanced up, then looked back at me.
"We'll finish this later." He said with a grin. He dropped me to the ground and I followed after him like the obedient child I was.
My injuries were already starting to heal. And by the time we all sat down, they were almost gone.
Of course, I told the teachers about it, but because my injures healed so fast, I had no proof, so no one believed me. They all assumed that I was looking for attention because of my clumsy mother and apparently 'passing away' grandfather.
Some people are just stupid like that.
I made the correct guess. Burnt eggs and sour soup for dinner.
*sigh* what I wouldn't give for a real meal that I didn't have to cook. Mom just chewed away at her food as if it were the greatest thing in the world.
Grandpa, however, gave all his burnt stuff to me saying that a growing boy needs his healthy food. Mom smiled at the compliment and I didn't complain. (It was the most food I'd had in a long time so I wasn't about to give it up.)
When we were done with dinner and I had cleaned the kitchen.
(Mom tried to help but we all know where that leads)
Mom started to get ready for another night at the bar, or a coffee shop, where ever there was a guy who was willing to sleep with my mom.
Don't get me wrong, she's beautiful, but a whore is a whore.
I didn't want her to leave. I didn't want to continue Grandpa's little 'conversation'. But I knew full well that any attempt to stop her would result in failure, and extra beating. So, when I waved good bye to Mom, I felt a major need to barf.
Entering the living room, Grandpa was tapping his foot impatiently, but when he saw me, his face broke into a smile.
I mean the evil one, the kind of smile that sends shivers down your spine, telling you to run for your life, not the kind and caring smile Grandfathers should be giving.
He calmly walked over to me and I took a step back.
"Come here." He growled threateningly. Slowly, I walked to him. When I was within arm's reach, he grabbed my hair and shoved my face into the ground.
"If you love your freakiness so much, why don't we try them out shall we?" He laughed, then shouted, "Come on! Let's see them now huh?" When I didn't do anything he shook my head. "Come on!"
My hair began to change color, from blonde to grey, a grey tail came out of my rear, my nails turned to claws, my teeth sharpened and my human ears were replaced with two furry ones on the top of my head. But my blue eyes stayed the same.
I was a wolf.
Well… if you want to get all technical about it, I was half wolf.
The moment my ears popped out he grabbed them and yanked as hard as he could. It felt like my scull was being ripped open. I grunted in pain, and he just kept laughing, like it was all fun and games to him.
"You know what, I don't think you've learned your lesson." When he said this, I knew I was in trouble.
He dragged me up the stairs to the bathroom. He slammed me against the tile floor and started to fill the bath tub. I had the feeling it wasn't because I smelled. I tried to scramble out of the bathroom but he grabbed my leg and dragged me back in.
I whimpered.
Taking a fist full of my hair he shoved my face into the water. I struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. The water was boiling hot, my face felt like it was being attacked by every bee in the world, and my lungs screamed for air, I twisted and turned in any way i could but he held on tight. I could feel my consciousness slipping away.
Then, something happened.
I shot up and ripped his hand off; a low menacing growl erupted from my throat.
I was in survival mode.
I roared in anger and lunged at the man who tried to kill me time and time again. He tried to shield himself with his cane but I slashed right through it and gave him a gash on his arm he wouldn't forget. I was angry, furious, pissed off beyond belief. I ran with inhuman speed out the bathroom, I jumped down the stairs, landing hard on my feet I sprinted for the door.
The door gave way when I slammed my body against it, not even bothering with the door knob. Wood sprayed everywhere as I ran and ran. Behind me I could hear my Grandpa screaming.
"- will find you-"
"-You'll be sorry-"
"- ungrateful freak!-"
When I came to the park I franticly looked around, my eyes wide with panic.
Where do I go? What am I going to do? What if he does catch me and takes me back?!
At that moment I wasn't too sure of anything, but I did know one thing.
I do not want to go back.
I took deep breaths in order to calm down. I looked around, wondering where I should go. I couldn't stay in this town, he would find me. I had to get out of here, but where? Then I turned to the mountains.
The mountains!
Perfect! They would never think a ten-year-old boy could make it up there, or be dumb enough to even try. If I was lucky, they'd assume that I died.
So I ran as hard as I could towards the mountains.
Dun Dun DUUUUUNNN.
Cliff hangers are evil but sooo much fun.
For those of you who are still wondering who the kid's father is I'll give you a hint:
He's blonde
He's a feral
He has claws
He has a healing factor
Now who does that sound like? Come on people it ain't that hard.
Anyway, the kid's name will be revealed in the next chapter so if you want to know then all you have to do is REVIEW!
