Sorry for the long wait guys. I meant to have this updated in november but i have XP so it breaks down a lot. Hope this makes up for it.
On a bitter cold November day a young blonde haired boy sat in the front yard of his house in nothing but boxers and a tank top. His face had no emotion. He sat stone faced. If it wasn't for his shivering he would be perfectly still. This had been a regular thing for him in the mornings over the past few weeks. His father who had abused him for a few years usually had just beat him but once he hit puberty he wouldn't put up with that anymore. Nowadays he was usually starved and forced to endure the harsh conditions of winter. Being italian Odd didn't have much tolerance for cold weather. Although several winters in holland helped him adjust to it. He was usually put out in the backyard so no one would see him but his father seemed to lose his ability to think logistically. He went from fiery anger to deep depression. Deep down odd was hoping the old man would kill himself or he(Odd) would put the old man out of his misery. Odd hoped that some one would see him and call the cops but no one would dare leave their house on such a cold day. Odd noticed that he was being kept out longer than usual. It didn't take him long to figure out why. The old man wanted him dead! But he didn't really care though. He didn't have much to live for. He felt as though no one not even his girlfriend loved him or would miss him. Obviously that was not the case but his father had brainwashed him enouph to believe that. He soon realized he had stopped shivering but wasn't sure why. He also felt confused and couldn't think straight. He also felt the urge to sleep but couldn't. Just then he saw what looked like a police care pull up in the drive way. It was. "Hey kid, what the hek are you doing out here, you gotta be inside now! Odd tried to respond but his speach was slurred and the officer couldn't make it out. He knew odd had hypothermia and immediately called for an ambulance. Just then, a loud gunshot came from inside the house. The officer and his partner stormed into the house only to find odd's father lying on the floor with a bullet in his knew what happened and blacked out for a few moments. When he regained conciousness he was in a hospital bed covered by heated blankets with tubes in his arms. He was also on oxygen. A beutiful young nurse with a clipboard and a pen looked down at hom. How are you feeling sweety she asked. Odd said fine in a horse tone. She asked if he could remember what happened and he said he remembered the gunshot but nothing more. She told him what had happened and asked if he needed a drink. He didn't feel like drinking anything but couldn't say no to hot chocolate.