Bad Boys Need To Be Punished
Tiny sat in his room quietly playing with what few toys his mama had gotten for him. He was a shy boy, big for his age. The doctors said he suffered giganticsim. A disease in which causes the growth hormone to go into overdrive. Life expectancy was not good for those with the disease, as their heart had to work overtime to supply blood and oxygen to all the vital organs in their body. Tiny was the exception. Tiny looked down at his burnt hands and ran them across his face. He had gotten use to the way he looked, his mama, sister, and brother didn't mind the way he looked. His sister was protective of him, racing to his defense whenever he was upset. His brother left him alone most of the time. Tiny knew why he looked the way he did…it was his own fault. 'The retard's fault.' As his daddy had said. Tiny's mind flashed back to when he was a younger boy…no older than 13…
Tiny ran from his angry, insane father. Even though he was a big boy, his father terrified him. Usually the man, Earl, had left him alone when he was drunk. Usually. Even when he was sober, when Earl would start in on him due to an imagined infraction of what was known as the "Laws Of Earl," he was never this bad. Earl had managed to catch up to the boy who was surprisingly quick for someone his size. "You little piece o'shit!" Earl, who was a big man himself snarled. He doubled his fist and clocked the boy on the side of his head. He double fisted Tiny in the face and on the jaw. Then removed his belt. He proceeded to whip the boy until red welts ran across his body.
"You say anything to your Mama on what happened, you won't even see your 14th birthday." He warned. He kicked the boy for good measure.
"WOMAN! GET TO BED! ITS TIME!" Earl bellowed. The woman shuddered. She knew what that meant. One of the many Laws Of Earl dictated that when he wanted sex, you went to bed. The one good thing about it is that he gave you a chance to comply. You could give it willingly, or he could take it by force. And then beat you, then fuck you again.
Tiny listened to the grunts coming from the next room. He tried to shut out the sounds and go to sleep. If his daddy caught him awake, or worse, caught him listening in on "Man Time" he would be beaten. He fell asleep not knowing the horrors of what would happen next.
Earl had gotten out of bed and tossed on his underwear. His "wife" had been submissive and willing during "Man Time," but it did little to better his mood. He was still pissed at his fucking retarded son Tiny. He went to grab his gas tank and a match and went to Tiny's room. He found the boy asleep in his bed. At first he debated. 'he's your fucking son! You're really going to go through with this?' he thought to himself. Earl shook himself free of the thoughts and poured gas on the sleeping boy. He lit the match…
Tiny shook his head at the thought. Shortly after mama had kicked Earl out. Her boy had nearly died that night, hell, they all could have died. Earl left without complaint. He knew Mama wouldn't call the police on him, she had quite a record herself. Despite all this, Tiny still loved his daddy. Still feared him, and wanted to hate him, but his eternally 8 year old mind forbade it.
A familiar sound caught his attention. Mama's new "husband" Cutter, Tiny's new daddy, had brought a friend home. Unlike Earl, Cutter never hit Tiny. Called him names, but never hit him. In fact, he himself had said, he pitied anyone if Tiny got good and mad at them. He could do real damage if he wanted to. Tiny came in cautiously and found that Cutter's friend, was a tall lanky man, who called himself Otis Driftwood. Otis took one look at Tiny. "whats with the barbeque son?" he asked with a chuckle. Tiny made motions to the tv that had featured a house of fire in a movie. Otis caught on. 'why the fuck would someone burn up a…' he thought to himself but quickly dismissed that thought. He looked at the gigantic man one more time figuring out a nickname to call him.
"were gonna call you Tiny from now on Big Guy." Otis commented. Tiny let out a rumble. His first name! His very own name! he nodded thanks to Otis. Otis nodded back.
Thus is how Tiny became Tiny Firefly.
a/n: I don't know Tiny's real name, but I had to call him something ; )