A/N: Hellooooooo! Enjoy this story! ^^ Ps. Kuroh is is child in this FanFiction. :3
Kuroh P.O.V.
I shiver, curled upon in a corner. I wrap my arms around myself. He doesn't come back until about 7 'o clock. He left a while ago, probably going to a bar. No doubt, he wastes his money all the time on alcohol. I cough slightly, the smell of cigarettes and weed linger in the air, burning my nostrils. I tense when I hear the door slam shut. He's back.
"Oi, where are you brat?!" I hear a gruff voice call from the other room.
Tears rim my eyes. I wipe them away. He then enters the room. I pull my knees upon to my chest, knowing what is about to happen.
"Don't you know how to answer me?!" The man laughs and kicks me, obviously drunk. I wince, but refuse to make any noise. That just leads to even harder kicks. He kicks me again, this time in the stomach, causing me to cough and curl up. "Answer me you disgrace!"
"I-I..." I squeeze my eyes shut.
"What are you? Stupid?!" He kicks me again, this time harder. "You deserve this! Your messed up! Have you ever wondered why anyone you love dies?!"
I let him kick me all he wants. I deserve this. Tears fall from my eyes. The man grabs me by my hair. He slams my head against the wall.
"Agh!" Everything fades away.
I wake up on the cold wooden ground, I have a pounding headache. I wince and feel my head, it's bleeding. I sigh and curl up, closing my eyes. Is he still here? The house is awfully quiet. I look at the clock, it's 9:30. Usually around this time he'll be laughing as he talks to some woman. I sigh and grip my pounding head. This is the first time he knocked me unconscious. He usually just kicks while mocking me. I get up and go to the kitchen. I grab a bucket and rag. He'll get mad if I don't clean up this mess. I go back to the room and start wiping my blood off of the floors. Once I'm done I look at the clock again, 10:00.
This is strange. I walk out of the room and peek around the house carefully, he's not here. I notice a few things are gone. There was a half a loaf of bread on the counter earlier, now it's gone. The front door is wide open, letting in a chilly breeze. I shiver and close the door. There is a thin layer of snow and ice just in front of the door. He probably went to a bar, again. I sigh and start to scrape the ice away. It's freezing. I don't have any winter clothes. I only have a few outfits. They are the ones a brought with me when I first came here. I didn't bring any winter stuff, I regret that. I sit against the wall, my knees to my chest.
It has been a week. He hasn't been here since for a week. He abandoned me. I know it. I have to leave. I stand up, my legs shaking. I'm hungry and I feel light-headed. There is no food in the house. I go to my little corner and start packing my belongings. All I have is three outfits and a picture of my family. I place it all in a small bag and stand. I take a deep breath and walk out of the door. The icy wind burns my face immediately. I start to walk through the snow, shivering. I don't know where to go, all I know is that if I walk far enough, maybe I'll find a village. I stumble a bit, but I straighten, still walking. I am determined to find civilization.
I wrap my arms around myself, feeling frozen to the bone. I don't know how long I've been walking. My feet and fingers feel numb from the cold. I fall to my side, teeth chattering and eyes squeezed shut.
I vaguely feel myself being carried, I feel warm, like I'm wrapped in a blanket. I open my eyes slightly. Did someone find me? I look up and see man's face. His eyes look kind... I smile and rest my head on his chest.