I said this on my other story. I am EXTREMELY sorry for such a long hiatus.
The reason is on Chapter 7 of my Tremma story. But I am truly sorry. I shouldn't have left everything unfinished. But my muse is coming back, so expect some chapters sooner. I am so sorry! I didn't mean to leave everything incomplete. But I'm back, and I will make sure that I keep this posted. Thank you :).
I don't own anything but my ideas, plot, fictional characters, etc. Everything else belong to Power Rangers.
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One day, Troy comes home terrified.
He can hear shouting from the far corner of the sidewalk, loud piercing screams rebounding off the silence and dissolving into the wind. He knows that it's bad. And he's scared. But his head is held high, and he marches on the sidewalk. He's tougher now. He can handle anything. Or can he?
When he's five sidewalk squares away from his porch and yards away from the door, everything inside him begins to freeze when the voices just get louder and louder. There's two. One is his mom. He knows that for sure. The other voice is male, deep and overpowering and intimidating. It's fuzzy though.
But Troy can feel what's coming. It's labeled "Worst Case Scenario" and it sucks.
This scenario lets him curl up again, his insides twitching and his body swiveling to either side, as if he was already punched and beat up. He finds his steps slower, heavier, shakier, numbed. He can't find why. He shouldn't be scared. Sympathetic, empathetic, but not scared…until he gets onto the porch.
"You are a slut, and you have no place in this world! No one can tell you otherwise because it's the truth!"
That was the male voice.
And now Troy was cold and hard as steel, but easy enough to break. He wanted to cry and scream to the world, but if Troy made one sound, he'd find him. He'd come out and stomp on Troy with no regrets.
He tries his best to block out everything else he says. It scares him too much. He wonders if the neighbors can hear this. He wonders if anyone would, or could, come and help.
Then he hears his name. It's shouted in disgust and agony, a reluctance filled with distaste. He knows that very well. He doesn't want to though.
"You will not say that about my son!" That was his mom.
"That's our son!"
He gulps a silent lump. He realizes that he is his son too. And his world comes falling down around him. Everything. Then nothing….
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Troy fell against the wooden coffee table, splintering wood shattering and biting his skin. One dominant man cowered over him. He was ruled.
"You are a worthless human being, do you know that?" a booming alto voice ripped over him. "The world would be cleaner without people like you."
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"You're a worthless human being, you know that?"
He flinches at the exact same shattering voice rising upon him. It diffuses out through the door, loud enough to shatter glass, angry enough to mess his brain. It files through the screen door to send an electric shock of fear burning his every vain. He realizes how much it all hurts when it's all put on him again. Inside of him is frozen. It's just still, all quiet and there's nothing else. His mind had stuck in a terrified ponder. He feels light headed, dizzy. Reality must've really punched him hard.
It's his dad. He's scared of his dad.