WARNING THERE WILL BE MENTION OF MULTIPLE KINDS OF ABUSE PLEASE BE WARNED
Holiday
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CHAPTER 1-Freak Boy
6 years old
Life was fairly normal for the Dursley's, the had a normal family with normal friends, with a normal neighborhood. Everything was normal, not a thing out of place. "Dudley! it's time to eat!" A tall thin women called out, she had short curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. A very large child waddled down the stairs, a broken toy in his hand. Big watery tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. His blue yes locked on his mom, "Mummy! the freak broke my toy!" He cried out. More tears fell out of his eyes. He held up the broken toy, letting out a loud wail. The women wrapped her arms around the chubby child. " Oh my poor Ickle Dudleykins! Don't worry! Mummy will buy you another toy while your daddy deals with the freak" Dudley's mom shushed the crying child. Meanwhile, underneath the stairs in a small cupboard, sat a small child. He looked of the age 2 or 3. His black messy mop of hair covered most of his forehead, hiding the scar that laid there. His bright green eyes stared at the door. The green eyes were filled with fear and pain...and mostly loneliness. The room was pitch black, not a single light in the room, making it hard for the little boy to see. Circle shaped glasses rested on his nose, making his eyes seem a little bigger and innocent. The door was swung open light filling the room. The small boy flinched, hiding himself in the corner as far away as possible from whoever was at the door. "You better get out here freak!" Freak that was all he was ever called, his name was Freak Boy. Freak was a horrible horrible person, Freak was a useless burden to the Dursleys'. All Freak wanted was someone to love him, cherish him like Aunt and Uncle did to the Dudley. But Freak didn't deserve love or anything. Freak was lucky that Freak was aloud to live with them. "You broke my boys toys! You ungrateful brat!" Uncle Vernon started to turn red and purple in the face. His hand clenched in anger. Uncle Vernon was a very overweight man with blue eyes and blonde hair. Freak stared at the ground, knowing that Uncle Vernon didn't like it when Freak made eye contact with any of them. Uncle Vernon raised and slammed his hand down so quickly, Freak didn't have time to process it. Pain flared up on Freak's cheek, his Uncle had hit him. "Vernon!" aunt Petunia squeaked, hiding her Ickle Dudleykins behind her. (though it was practically impossible) "You can't hit the Freak! They'll know!" Aunt Petunia said. Vernon smirked at the small boy. "Take Dudley to the store, get him a new toy. Take your time" Uncle Vernon pulled the boy up but his forearms, Gripping Freak's arm tightly.
Freak stared at the wall, it was very dusty and moldy. Uncle Vernon had a new type of punishment and Freak didn't like it at all. It made his back hurt a lot. Freak didn't want to be punished anymore.