(My dad isn't abusive with his fists.

He's abusive with his words… and he doesn't even understand.

So, I write this. In tears.)

Crack!

Nine year old William Strayer found himself flying across the room, into a wall.

Feeling his shoulder crack into a wall, he let out a cry of shock and pain. "Knock it off, you little bitch!" The loud man yelled, his voice slurred and loud, almost obnoxiously. William got up slowly, gripping the aching shoulder.

Another smack knocked him to the ground. "When I say, be home by six, I don't mean six thirty! Go to your room!" The man bellowed. Sniffling, Billy ran up the stairs, hearing his dad yell after him, "And stop being such a god damned pussy about this, one day you'll be all grown up and realize, I was good for you!"


"Katherine, beat it."

Eight year old Katherine Walker flinched at the sudden sharp words that her father snapped at her. "B… but daddy, I made a pretty picture, and I want you to see it!" She tried lifting up the picture.

The man looked down, scowling. "I said beat it, Katherine, when will you stop being such an idiot?!" He growled. Whimpering, Katherine ran up the stairs, out of the scary lab.

She dropped the picture on the ground- a picture of her, her daddy, and her mommy… with pretty white wings.


"William Strayer!"

Ten year old Billy flinched.

The man ran into his rooms. "Explain your math grade!" He yelled, pointing at his report card. "I… I just didn't get enough sleep before one of the tests…" He stuttered nervously, not bothering to point out that the reason he didn't get enough sleep was because his dad kept yelling at his mom… or hitting her.

A punch across the jaw knocked out a tooth. "Next time, I expect an A." He growled, storming out.

Rubbing his jaw, Billy picked up the knocked out tooth. "Just a baby tooth." He whispered, oddly relieved by this tiny unimportant fact.


Nine year old Katherine began to huff. "But Daddy, why couldn't you go to Parent's Day!?" She snapped, very angry. "Daddy was working." The man waved off Katherine.

Katherine began to cry. "But Daddy, I was the only kid in my class without a daddy!" She wailed.

Sighing, the man got down on his knees. "Let's go to that store you like, the one with all the pink clothes… I'll buy you whatever you want. Deal?" Katherine stared. "R… Really?" She asked, breathless. "I promise." He said.


"You'll never amount to anything unless you pick up that damned grade!"

Eleven year old Billy glared at his dad. "It's a fucking B. Get over it." He snapped. The reaction his dad had- similar to a volcano exploding.

Billy got shoved into a wall. "Where the hell did you hear that word!?" His dad practically screamed. Now terrified, Billy began frantically apologizing. "No, I'm sorry for saying it, I just wasn't thinking- ah!"

He got shoved to the ground and kicked, repeatedly. "Now, will you remember not to use that word?" His father asked. Clutching his side in pain, Billy nodded. "Yes, I promise…" He whimpered. "Good."


Ten year old Katherine flinched as she heard her dad yell at her.

"You were kicked out, again!? This is the second school this year! What is your problem?!" He scolded. "I'm sorry!" She said, bursting into tears… something she had unconsciously mastered. It was the one water to quench her father's flame.

The man froze and slowly sighed. "I'm sorry for making you cry, Kat. There there… Daddy will buy you some new earrings tomorrow, to make up for it, all right?" He asked. "Okay!" She perked right back up- earrings were always nice.

Heading up to her bedroom, someone tapped on her window. Grinning, she opened up the pane and kissed the boy on the lips. Or rather, what lips he had- he had a spider for a head. "Hey Fang, wanna spend the night? We can play checkers and Go Fish!" She said, smiling.

Slipping into the window, the boy chuckled. "Course."

Katherine accepted the attention from the 'freak of nature'… mainly because no one else liked her.


Thirteen year old Billy got chucked into a wall yet again. His collarbone ached, his sides burned, his nose was bleeding, and he wanted to scream. But screaming would just make it worse, not like it could get much worse.

His dad was in a real fit tonight, screaming and yelling and kicking and punching and just making everything hurt.

Glancing up, he made that wish… to be more than himself.

Two more 'hims' seemed to come out of him… and for the first time in Billy's life, he could take the revenge he wanted.

"Get him, boys!" He hooted, tackling the drunken man.

They beat him to a pulp before running off.


Twelve year old Katherine pouted. "And why CAN'T I have a boyfriend!?" She snapped, hands on hips. "Same reason you can't dress like that or go to parties, you are too young!" Her father yelled back.

For the first time in Katherine's life, she shed completely fake tears. "You don't care for me! You don't love me!" She screamed. The man wilted. "… Fine. I like Fang anyway, he seems to be a decent young man… you still aren't getting a belly button piercing though… you'll need a birthday present next year."

Katherine got a rush from conning her father. Grinning, she hug tackled him. "Thanks, daddy!" She said. "No problem… you know what, I have a nickname for you, how does Kitten sound?" Her father asked.

The newly nicknamed girl pondered it for a couple seconds before grinning. "Sounds perfect."


Seventeen years old.

And he's making the biggest theft in the history of… ever.

Billy stood at the front of the bridge, chuckling and joking along with his clones. One of them said, "Hey, this is gonna be ALL over the local news tomorrow morning!" Another one laughed as well. "Try national!" He said. "More than the news- this'll make them history books!" The last said, everyone bursting into laughter.

The southern boy stared into the stars. "How'd ya like me now, Dad? Think I'm nothing?" He said, almost sarcastically.


Sixteen year old Kitten sat on her bed, simmering.

Fang and her had broken up, for the umpteenth time. Normally, she'd just remain quiet about it. Even if it was the dance, so what? There would be another her senior year.

But her daddy hadn't so much as talked to her in over three days, stupid moth obsessed freak.

Taking a deep breath, she did something she had well practiced over the years.

"DADDY!"

Fuck everyone.

Bye, remember to review… *bangs head against wall*