Chapter One—
As I started up at the ceiling, the yells and shouts continued to increase. It was just another night. Another batch of hours for me to hold in my own screams and tears.
"Finn Morgan! Get your behind down here before I get up there and belt ya black and blue!"
I got off of my messy twin bed and hurried down the stairs, only to be yanked by the collar halfway down.
I began to look up into the face of my father, more like the devil who rules our house if he can't get his way at work, and this time was greeted by his massive paw coming down at me. Round one, here we come. And I was knocked out.
This was nothing unusual for me, as I've learned to live in hell for the past few months. Bearing cuts and bruises, learning to master the art of cover up when I had to go to school in the morning. I would sometimes wonder on the way to school, how my mother managed to stay alive through her own set of playing punching bag, but would never dare ask.
I am Finn. This is the story of my life.
Author's Note:
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, had some trouble at home and wasn't able to get a decent few minutes to type. So yea, I'll try and get something in, but no guarantees.
Thanx mates
--Strider