Check Out my Newest Story on Wattpad- For Those Who Cannot Learn.

It is a totally original story, non fanfiction written by yours truly under the Pen Name Mika Rauch.

Here is a clippet of the first chapter. Enjoy.

Chapter One, Discordance

Pain was an old friend, it reminded Mika that he was alive even...even if he often wished otherwise. Waking up to pain was a familiar occurrence, an oddly comforting one despite the cause of said pain. The Sharp burn of cracked ribs rang through his chest, stilling his movements as he tried to sit up. For a moment, breathing was impossible. Then, slowly, he managed to rise from his bed and walked out of his room, smacking the bunkbed his brother's slept on. " Timothy.. wake up... ."It took a few minutes but Timothy actually moaned, turning to the side. He wasn't a morning person but any stretch of the word... Still he was miles ahead of their sister, Lil, who Mika was pretty sure could sleep through a nuclear blast.

Speaking of Lil..." Lil, get up, it's time for school." He didn't even get a groan, making him sigh. " Five minutes, then I'll get the water."

On the far end of the tiny hall, against the Balcony of the stairs, Mika's dresser stood. Old and worn down, like most of his stuff, it belonged to one of his stepbrother's before his parents split up. When his dad got with his Pet wife Tina, his had had pretty much stopped caring about his own kids and showered Tina's Son in whatever they wanted. Naturally this meant that Mika was left with the shitty, drawn on, creaky dresser that had a sticking drawer and weird smell. He couldn't even get one of Rick's, Tina's son, Three massive high quality dressers. Of course, they technically belonged to one of Rick's two kids, but since Rick stayed at his girlfriends trailer, those dressers were never used. They just sat there, building dust and mocking Mika with their presence.

Pulling on, through gritting teeth and black spots in his eyes, a blue L.A. County Fair shirt and some wrinkled worn jeans, Mika made his way back to his sister's room. As always, it hit him, how favored she was over him... over his brothers. Her room was bigger, with decorations and jewelry covering the walls. On the far side she had avanity, a crappy too small vanity, that someone had given her. Nailed to the wall were, well... nails with necklaces and lockets and cheerleading bows dangling down. She had a full closet, with really nice clothes that he didn't even want to look at, and a massive dresser filled to the top with all sorts of nice, lacey stuff. He knew, if he took the time to dig into her dresser, he would find a black tank top to match his blue L.A. County fair shirt... one of the few, happy shared memories he really had with any member of his family.

He treasured them often, more often than not they kept him going... a tiny spark of warmth that eased the weary ache of his bones, of living in fear of his father and being so hungry it made him dizzy and unable to breathe. To be honest, that was the truest reason that Lilian was his favorite sibling, she was the one person that made him remember the happy days... the days when their father wasn't beating them almost daily, when fear wasn't a daily fact... when they had reasons to smile and actually cared about each other instead of having the loyalty of hungry rabid dogs.

' Such happy thoughts... I need to focus on something less... depressing..' Oddly, this wasn't that hard for Mika, he just looked at his sister and sighed. She was a sight, a literal Medusa Post-Athena curse before she got herself together. She smelled too, the purest essence of every human's morning breathe pooled into a single person. Their Mom had been the same way, he imagined she still was... wherever she was.

" Lils... Lils... " Risking it, since she was a flailer and hit harder then their Oldest, Near seven feet tall Step brother Rob, Mika shoved her a few times. " It's time for school, get up Lils... Sis, get up!"

If someone could glare without looking at you, it was Lilian. She was a royal bitch at the best of times, and when she was cranky... oh boy, Mika was pretty sure diving into a live snake pit during mating season was the safer option. She hit hard, had no compunction with causing pain, and would do as much damage as she thought necessary. If a guy hit her back though, she would lose her shit... she hated Men hitting girls especially if the girl hit him first. Very entitled, despite all they had gone through... it was one of the many reasons that despite being his favorite, he still kind of hated his sister.

Shrugging off the less useful thoughts buzzing around in his aching head, Mika quickly hurried back into his room and gathered his Stuff. Once his five hundred pound bookbag was piled onto his back ' Gah, I hate this fucking thing... I look like the Junk Lady from Labrynth, Only I couldn't care less about the crap in this bag', He shot down the creaky stairs as quietly as he could. Waking his dad was about as smart as swallowing a sword like those idiots did in vegas shows, stupid fuckers playing with dangerous crap like that he hoped they punctured their stomachs so they would learn not to be so outrageously stupid. Those who could not learn, had to feel... his Dad's Motto and probably the only good thing the asshole ever passed onto him... well that and his hatred for being late, excellent taste in books and Music, and love of all foods Italian... something he passed onto all of his kids oddly enough... Anyway, that Lesson was one Mika had ingrained into his brain, soul or and body via countless scars and bruises and concussions. Dad worked hard, many hours and was tired. If you were dumb enough to wake him you suffered for it... it took one time for Mika to learn but years to master.

Dominic Shreeve was nothing if not a light sleeper and he had the temper of the Old Testament God, with even less concern about who he hurt.