A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! I know I said id get more out before I left but it just didn't work out that way. SO, i'm updating now! However, school starts Monday and updates will be more so delayed! Oh no! Sorry! I promise i will try my darndess to get new chapters out at a resonable pace but i will have 9 hours of scool everyday now plus homework and other shananigans so please give me a break!

Warnings: Vivid child physical (heavy) and verbal (equally heavy) abuse, swearing and alcoholism. If this triggers you, please don't trouble yourself And skip it, I completely understand.


When they got home, Greg tried to escape his Father quickly, knowing what was coming. Thank God his mum was out. He grabbed some fruit from the kitchen and went up to his room. Mark came through the front door just as he was closing his door. Mark was carrying a bottle of whiskey, drinking it out of the bottle. Greg closes the door and lays in his bed. When he finished his food, he tries to take a nap..

Greg is startled awake an hour later by his Father practically breaking his bedroom door down. He was red faced and his pupils were blown, unsteady on his feet, obviously drunk. He stomped over to were Greg lay on the bed and had his hand around the teens throat in an instant. Greg tried to pry the hand away but Mark would have none of that, he squeezed tighter and pressed down on his windpipe. Greg gasped desprately for air, but his Father only slapped him across the face. Hard.

"You stupid, pathetic boy!" He fummed. "How the fuck could you let that happen?! That little stunt you made at school? Do you think 'passing out' made you any less of a fuck-up than you already are? Huh?!" Slap! "No! It made you a fucking bigger one!" He pulled Greg up out of the bed by his neck. "You wanna pass out? Fine. I'll give you something to pass out about you worthless peice of shit." He starts dragging the flailing teen out of the room and into the hallway where he presses him up against the wall and starts punching him in his midsection repeatedly. Greg cried out and tried not to breath much because it hurt too much. Eventually the punches stopped and he was being dragged again, but he was in too much pain to care where to. Then, he felt ghosted breaths near his ear. "Hope you enjoy your fall..."

And with that, he push Greg down the stairs. He tumbled along, whacking his head on the wooden posts as he went and jarring his already broken and cracked ribs. When he finally reached the bottom, his head smashed against the bigger floor post to the railing before lying motionless on the floor, the only feeling running through him was pain and all he could think was "Please God, don't let him hurt my mum..." as his world when black...


Not much time passes before Linda comes home and he husband and son are nowhere to be seen. she puts up her coat and sets her purse down in the foyer and calls out "Gregory?" No reply. "Greg?" Still nothing and she becomes worried. She walks into the living room, intending to go upstairs to her sons room. But as she moves to the stairs, she screams in horror at the sight of her bloodied son lying unconscious at the foot of the staircase, limbs directed in a scattered way. Linda runs and kneels next to him and feels for a pulse... It was very light but it was there none the less. She quickly got out her mobil and dialed 999. Once she hung up she set the cell down and curled up next to her son and held him, sobbing quietly into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Greg... That I wasn't here for you.. You don't deserve this... I wish I could fix it..."

She held him until the paramedics came and packed Greg into the truck with his mum by his side and they headed to the hospital.

Still no sign of Mark.


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