Past Happenings: Chap. 3
By: hypergirl
*coughs* I caught a cold. If you don't want to read about a certain character getting hurt, I suggest
you turn back now. I have a serious problem, for some reason I just have to write about Heero getting, um,
beaten lately. Currently, I'm blaming Sylina for it, but I think it's my teacher's fault for making me write a
very long report (Sylina: It was only 4 pages long!) on whether or not parents should spank their kids. In
the first bit of the story, I misspell the words on purpose to emphasize how drunk Sir really is, and I am
sorry if you cannot understand what he`s supposed to be saying. Well, hope you enjoy the story my crazy
(Sylina: Hey!) muse made me write.
DISCLAIMER: Help! My stuffed animals are attacking me! And my fish know how to sing! I
still own the characters in the story. Oh, no! My grandmother works at Hooters! I am scarred for life.
Reviewers
Katie, I am very glad that you like this kind of story. It's my favorite kind.
Gradual Decline, I think that the name Odin would be enough to drive anybody over the edge. My friend
said I was the only one who thought that, thanks for proving her wrong and reviewing!
P.B. & J., you think I can write? *gets all teary eyed* Thank you! Oh, he's gonna mutilate Heero! ^__^
What!??!!!? *glances over what she just wrote* Why the (Sylina: Censors!) heck am I happy about
that??!!!??!!
Past Happenings: Chap. 3
Sir lunged forward and grabbed Justin's shirt pulling the boy toward him. "I told you to shtay in
yer room. Now ya hash to facsh the con conshequenches." Sir smiled drunkenly, "Now, hold shtil." He
drew his hand back and punched Justin in the stomach. Justin gasped for breath knowing the next hit
would come shortly. The boy made a whimpering noise as the man slammed him against the wall. He
heard the sickening sound of his ribs cracking and cried out. "Shhush brat, I only jusht shtarted."
Smiled Sir as Justin went almost totally limp in his grasp. Still holding the semiconscious boy he slapped
him across the face, busting his lip. Releasing Justin, Sir watched as he crumpled to the floor. "Shtand up,
I'm not done." The boy painfully started to rise to his feet, only to be kicked in the side by an impatient
Sir. "Hurry up brat." He snarled. Justin, who had fallen down at the kick, attempted to get back onto his
feet, desperately hoping to avoid another hit. Sir grabbed him tightly on the arm and twisted his wrist.
Justin let out a small yelp of pain as Sir continued to bend his wrist back. Without warning it snapped and
Sir released it. The boy began to back away as Sir advanced again. "Shtop moving!" Sir commanded
sounding angry. Justin froze and Sir took the opportunity to slug him again. Justin saw blackness begin to
creep in around the edges of his vision. Vaguely aware that he had been pulled upright, he was brought
back sharply into focus as Sir smacked his face. Holding Justin against the wall, Sir said "Never. Disobey.
Me. Again." Punctuating each word with a punch to his stomach. Justin had never been hurt this much, the
pain was almost blinding. Justin looked up in time for Sir to deliver a vicious kick to his head Justin
slumped to the floor, unconscious. He kicked the boy, then, satisfied that Justin had been punished, went to
go sleep off the drink.
~The Next Morning~
Justin opened his eyes slowly, gasping as the pain hit him. Laboriously, he crawled to his room
and lay on the cool wood floor. He felt relieved as he heard Sir snoring. Perhaps he would be in a better
mood when he woke up. Then, exhausted from the pain, he drifted off into sleep.
Less than an hour later, Sir tossing a glass of ice water onto his face rudely awakened him.
Instantly wide-awake, he attempted to sit up, big mistake. His entire body ached as Sir dried his face gently
with a washrag. Sir eyed him critically, as though he expected Justin to heal before his eyes. Sir snorted
and lifted Justin off the ground. After he had Justin in a comfortable position, he carried him to the car and
drove to the hospital.
Once there, Sir told the nurse that Justin had gotten into a fight with some older boys while he had
been at school. The nurse lightly chided Justin, saying that a "nice little boy like him" shouldn't be
getting into fights with "those hooligans". As she observed his injuries she exclaimed about how bad his
stomach looked and wondered how the other boys could have "been so mean to him". After which, she
wrote what was wrong with him down on a clipboard, placed it at the end of the table and left. Calling out
as she did so "The doctor will be here shortly!" in one of those annoyingly perky voices.
The moment she was gone, Sir leaned over and hissed "Not one word while we're here boy,
understand! Not one word!" Heero nodded slightly and almost grimaced as Sir roughly grabbed his injured
wrist. The door opened and Sir put on a pleasant smile as he turned around to face the doctor. The doctor
returned the smile and politely asked him to step outside so they could speak with one another. Justin sat
there quietly looking around the doctors office. There was tons of interesting stuff in here. Justin wished
he could get a closer look, but decided it wasn't worth the pain to get there or the pain that would most
likely come later either.
"You need to watch him." stated the doctor, "A few more fights like that one, and he might be hurt
seriously. For right now, I suggest you keep him inside and as still as possible. His wrist is going to need a
cast and those ribs of his need to be set so they can heal." Sir nodded as the man continued, "The bruises
aren't very bad, but you'll need to make sure he gets some rest. Well, see you tomorrow." And at that, the
doctor left.
When they reached the house, Justin walked into the living room. "I'm going out, I expect the
floors to be shiny clean when I get back." Sir told him, "If they aren't, well, you can guess what'll happen."
The last part was said with a smile, a cold smile. "You can use water from the sink, and the rags under it."
With that Sir turned and walked out the door, leaving Justin alone in the house.
Hypergirl: So, whatcha think?
By: hypergirl
*coughs* I caught a cold. If you don't want to read about a certain character getting hurt, I suggest
you turn back now. I have a serious problem, for some reason I just have to write about Heero getting, um,
beaten lately. Currently, I'm blaming Sylina for it, but I think it's my teacher's fault for making me write a
very long report (Sylina: It was only 4 pages long!) on whether or not parents should spank their kids. In
the first bit of the story, I misspell the words on purpose to emphasize how drunk Sir really is, and I am
sorry if you cannot understand what he`s supposed to be saying. Well, hope you enjoy the story my crazy
(Sylina: Hey!) muse made me write.
DISCLAIMER: Help! My stuffed animals are attacking me! And my fish know how to sing! I
still own the characters in the story. Oh, no! My grandmother works at Hooters! I am scarred for life.
Reviewers
Katie, I am very glad that you like this kind of story. It's my favorite kind.
Gradual Decline, I think that the name Odin would be enough to drive anybody over the edge. My friend
said I was the only one who thought that, thanks for proving her wrong and reviewing!
P.B. & J., you think I can write? *gets all teary eyed* Thank you! Oh, he's gonna mutilate Heero! ^__^
What!??!!!? *glances over what she just wrote* Why the (Sylina: Censors!) heck am I happy about
that??!!!??!!
Past Happenings: Chap. 3
Sir lunged forward and grabbed Justin's shirt pulling the boy toward him. "I told you to shtay in
yer room. Now ya hash to facsh the con conshequenches." Sir smiled drunkenly, "Now, hold shtil." He
drew his hand back and punched Justin in the stomach. Justin gasped for breath knowing the next hit
would come shortly. The boy made a whimpering noise as the man slammed him against the wall. He
heard the sickening sound of his ribs cracking and cried out. "Shhush brat, I only jusht shtarted."
Smiled Sir as Justin went almost totally limp in his grasp. Still holding the semiconscious boy he slapped
him across the face, busting his lip. Releasing Justin, Sir watched as he crumpled to the floor. "Shtand up,
I'm not done." The boy painfully started to rise to his feet, only to be kicked in the side by an impatient
Sir. "Hurry up brat." He snarled. Justin, who had fallen down at the kick, attempted to get back onto his
feet, desperately hoping to avoid another hit. Sir grabbed him tightly on the arm and twisted his wrist.
Justin let out a small yelp of pain as Sir continued to bend his wrist back. Without warning it snapped and
Sir released it. The boy began to back away as Sir advanced again. "Shtop moving!" Sir commanded
sounding angry. Justin froze and Sir took the opportunity to slug him again. Justin saw blackness begin to
creep in around the edges of his vision. Vaguely aware that he had been pulled upright, he was brought
back sharply into focus as Sir smacked his face. Holding Justin against the wall, Sir said "Never. Disobey.
Me. Again." Punctuating each word with a punch to his stomach. Justin had never been hurt this much, the
pain was almost blinding. Justin looked up in time for Sir to deliver a vicious kick to his head Justin
slumped to the floor, unconscious. He kicked the boy, then, satisfied that Justin had been punished, went to
go sleep off the drink.
~The Next Morning~
Justin opened his eyes slowly, gasping as the pain hit him. Laboriously, he crawled to his room
and lay on the cool wood floor. He felt relieved as he heard Sir snoring. Perhaps he would be in a better
mood when he woke up. Then, exhausted from the pain, he drifted off into sleep.
Less than an hour later, Sir tossing a glass of ice water onto his face rudely awakened him.
Instantly wide-awake, he attempted to sit up, big mistake. His entire body ached as Sir dried his face gently
with a washrag. Sir eyed him critically, as though he expected Justin to heal before his eyes. Sir snorted
and lifted Justin off the ground. After he had Justin in a comfortable position, he carried him to the car and
drove to the hospital.
Once there, Sir told the nurse that Justin had gotten into a fight with some older boys while he had
been at school. The nurse lightly chided Justin, saying that a "nice little boy like him" shouldn't be
getting into fights with "those hooligans". As she observed his injuries she exclaimed about how bad his
stomach looked and wondered how the other boys could have "been so mean to him". After which, she
wrote what was wrong with him down on a clipboard, placed it at the end of the table and left. Calling out
as she did so "The doctor will be here shortly!" in one of those annoyingly perky voices.
The moment she was gone, Sir leaned over and hissed "Not one word while we're here boy,
understand! Not one word!" Heero nodded slightly and almost grimaced as Sir roughly grabbed his injured
wrist. The door opened and Sir put on a pleasant smile as he turned around to face the doctor. The doctor
returned the smile and politely asked him to step outside so they could speak with one another. Justin sat
there quietly looking around the doctors office. There was tons of interesting stuff in here. Justin wished
he could get a closer look, but decided it wasn't worth the pain to get there or the pain that would most
likely come later either.
"You need to watch him." stated the doctor, "A few more fights like that one, and he might be hurt
seriously. For right now, I suggest you keep him inside and as still as possible. His wrist is going to need a
cast and those ribs of his need to be set so they can heal." Sir nodded as the man continued, "The bruises
aren't very bad, but you'll need to make sure he gets some rest. Well, see you tomorrow." And at that, the
doctor left.
When they reached the house, Justin walked into the living room. "I'm going out, I expect the
floors to be shiny clean when I get back." Sir told him, "If they aren't, well, you can guess what'll happen."
The last part was said with a smile, a cold smile. "You can use water from the sink, and the rags under it."
With that Sir turned and walked out the door, leaving Justin alone in the house.
Hypergirl: So, whatcha think?