Oh my god. Guys I'm really sorry, but here is the prologue...It'll get into more detail later...hope you like it.
Discliamer; I do not own Zachary, although, i wish i did ;
Grumbling I rolled out of bed, my whole body trembling from the night before. I rolled over onto my stomach, and looked at the clock. 6:20. I cursed a long line of profanity, knowing that i only had twenty minutes to get ready. I threw the blanket off of me with trembling hands, and trugged into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror dark, noticable circles under my eyes, and my whole body was shaking just from standing- i snorted in disgut.
I turned away from the mirror, i couldn't stand looking at myself right now. I stripped of my clothes, my body already feeling better, I then jumped in the shower, and let the hot water scolded my back, but i had to admit it felt good. I let it wash away everything -the pain, everything. A couple of minutes later I jumped out of the shower, tying a towel around my waist, and walkng into my bedroom.
I rumaged through my drawers, looking for a outfit. I looked down at the bruises, gashes, scrapes and scars that covered pratically my whole body, and wrinkled my nose in disgust. I choose a long sleeved shirt, and jeans. I winced, it hurt to wear clothes, but i'd have to live with it. I left my hair how it was, not really caring how it looked, and threw shoes, on and walked slowly down the stairs.
I saw my brother at the table eating cereal. "Hey bro," He greeted me.
I smiled tentativly. "Hey bro, don't eat the whole house" I laughed, and hoped he didn't hear how my voice broke. If he did, he sure didn't say anything.
"You of all people should not be talking," He smirked.
I grumbled, knowing he was right. "Whatever."
I could hear him laughing, as he walked up the stairs, I rolled my eyes and got something to eat, before he came down. I heard someone enter the room, and choose to ignore them.
"When I come home tonight, this whole freaking house better be spotless, you hear me?" Ignore him, ignore him. "Look at me when I talk to you boy!" He yelled, and jerked up my arm so i'd look at him.
I trembled under his stare and nodded. "Alright,"
"You need to toughen up, men aren't supposed to tremble," He exclaimed, before hitting the back of my head forcefully.
I grumbled. It hurt. A lot. "And you call yourself a man," I mumbled to myself.
"What was that?!" He screamed turning around looking at me.
I gulped, knowing that I was in some deep sh. it now. "Nothing."
"Don't make me get the belt boy," He yelled, punching me, hard. "What did you freaking say?"
I trembled, my whole body was. "I-I-I-I-I got to get to school," He grabbed my arm, twisting me to face him.
"Listen here boy," He spat in my face. "When I say something you do it, you hear me?" I nodded. "Your freaking lucky that i've got to get to work." The bar. I said siltently. "But next time you wont be so lucky. This whole house better be spotless, everything better be cleaned, and dinner better be on the table," He yelled.
"O-okay, everything will be,"
"Better be," He said and left, throwing me against the floor.
I groaned, and pushed myself up off the floor, staring at the once empty spot where my father just was. I grabbed my backpack off of the chair, and headed out the door, not even noticing my little brother, standing on the bottom step, having saw everything.
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