ME: Hi everyone.
BLADEBREAKERS: Hi Lady Blade.
ME: I finally finished Tyson's Tragic Past. So now it's Ray's turn.
RAY: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
KAI: I pity you Ray. *pats Ray on shoulder*
TYSON: Yeah bud.
MAX: Is it gonna be worse than Tyson's.
TYSON/RAY/KAI: MAX!
MAX: What?
KENNY: He's really dumb.
*everyone nods*
ME: Kai will you do the disclaimer please.
KAI: Sure, whatever. Lady Blade Warangel does not own BeyBlade.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SUMMERY: Ray always seems laid back. But when his family come to watch the
BladeBreakers compete in the Canadian Tournament, he starts to get really
nervous. Can the others figure out what's bugging him?......
Tragic Past 3-Ray.
Chapter One - Ray Takes a Stroll Down Memory Lane.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RAY'S P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I remember growing up in the White Tiger Valley, with the other White Tigers.
It was so simple back then, but it was also so hard. Especially with my
Father. Yes Father, not Dad or Daddy. He always told us to call him Father.
He was always strict and I was always doing something wrong in his eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Boy." My Father was calling me. "Yes Father." I answered. "You are not to go
anywhere with those village children, except school. Do you understand me?"
My Father said. "But why Father? What's so bad about the other village
children?" I asked. I was seven. I was also stupid. *CRACK* I felt the sharp
sting of one of my Fathers hard slaps. His hands were like small mallets.
"They're no good. Stay away from them and keep your sister and brother away
from them aswell. Do you understand Boy?" Father asked me. I nodded. I was
trying desperatly not to cry. His slaps always stung so much. They made my
head spin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I couldn't love my Father. I can't say I hated him. Hate is too strong a word
for what I felt. I disliked him greatly, and felt bitter towards him. That
was all, until I saw the marks that he left on Mom, for the first time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I walked up the drive with Teresa. Father's Mercedes wasn't there. I felt a
tug on my arm. "Ray, where's Father's car?" Teresa asked me. I was tall, even
then, when I was nine. "I don't know Teri." I answered. We walked upstairs.
Teresa went to her room to do her homework. It was something our Father
demanded from us. We had to do our homework when we got in from school,
before we did anything else. I alway looked for Mom, before I did anything
else. To see if she was allright. I heard crying coming from the study.
I opened the door and walked in. I saw Mom sitting on the floor. She had her
face in her hands. "Mom, why are you crying?" I asked her. She looked up,
finally realising that I was there. I could see the bruises on her face. She
had a split lip. I was shocked. "Mom what happened to you?" I asked her.
"Nothing sweetheart." She said shakily. "I'm fine. Go and do your homework,
or your Father won't be pleased." The realisation dawned on me. "Did Father
do this to you?" I asked her. She looked away. That was when I first felt
hate towards my father. Real burning hatred. I went to find some ointment,
bandages and other stuff to clean up the cuts and bruises, left by my Father.
It made me sick to look at them. I knew that he beat Me and Teresa. I never
knew that he beat Mom to.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I always wished that I was strong enough to do something to help my Mom,
Teresa and Brian. I couldn't protect them. I tried not to hate my Father but
I couldn't stop. Everytime, I came home and heard Mom crying in the study. I
knew he'd hit her again. I remember the day I left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ray, Ray, come on. We're going fishing in the Crystal lake. Are you guys
coming." Lee yelled to me from the bottom of the drive. He and the other
White Tigers were all there, waving to us. I could see that Teresa and Brian
were dying to go out. "Mom, when's Father coming back from his trip?" I asked
my Mom. "He should be back at ten o clock." my Mom replied. I looked at my
watch. It was two o clock in the afternoon. "We'll be back in time for dinner
Mom." I said to her. She smiled and nodded. Teresa grabbed Brian's hand and
ran after me down the drive. "I thought you Father wouldn't let you hang out
with us." Kevin said. "He's not back until ten o clock tonight." I said. Gary
laughed. Mariah grabbed my hand and started tugging me along. "Well we'd
better hurry up, before the grumpy git comes back and finds you having fun."
Mariah said. Teresa laughed. Lee scrutinised us both closely. I couldn't
really blame him. Lee was Mariah's older cousin. It was like when my sister
grabbed hold of Lee's hand and started dragging him along. It wasn't that we
didn't trust each other. It was just being protective.
We had so much fun that day. We got home a eight o clock. Two hours before my
Father was due to come home. We made our way into the driveway, and saw
Father's Mercedes parked outside. "Oh no, he's back early." Teresa said. She
gripped my hand tightly in fear. So did Brian. He was seven years old. Teresa
was nine and I was eleven. We were all scared. If Mom had tried to take the
blame, like she usually did, then Father would've beaten her for it. Kai's Ma
wasn't the only one, with a taste for beating with the belt.
We walked in the door. I told Teresa and Brian to go up into their rooms.
"What about you Ray?" Teresa whispered. "I'll be allright. Just go. There's
no sense in all of us getting a beating." I said to her. She nodded and crept
up the stairs with Brian. I saw them go into their rooms. I walked up the
stairs. I didn't bother to try and creep up. My Father came out onto the
landing to greet me at the top of the stairs. I could see spots of blood on
his shirt, so I knew he'd already given Mom a beating. I saw Mom crawl out
and pull herself to her feet. She leaned against the wall.
"Mom. Are you allright?" I asked her. My Father grabbed me by the throat and
squeezed. I choked. "Please James, don't hurt him." My Mom called out to him.
I couldn't believe that she had that much guts. She was swaying on her
unsteady feet. "Serena. I told you to be quiet. How I punish the boy is none
of your concern." He roared at her. He slapped her hard across the face. The
force of the slap sent her sprawling on the floor. "MOM!" I yelled. I
couldn't bear to see her treated like this. My Father dragged me into his
study.
He closed the door. *CRACK* I felt the first blow. I could feel my lip
bleeding. Then he just kept going. He beat me and beat me. *CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK* I felt each and every stinging blow, as the
belt bit into my skin. "What did I tell you. You never listen to me." I heard
my Father yell about how the White Tigers were no good. He kept beating me
with the belt until he couldn't hit me anymore. I couldn't move. "If you EVER
disobey me again, then you'll get twice the whipping. And Teresa and Brian
will get the same. Do you understand?" My Father yelled. I nodded. It was all
I could do to manage. It was good enough. He walked out of the study, and
left me to lay there. My blood, blending in with his thick red carpet.
Mom and Teresa came into the study and started cleaning my wounds. They
always did. "Ray." My Mom said to me. "Yes Mom." I answered. My voice was
hoarse from pain. "I think you should go." My mom said. I had been asked to
attend BeyBlading competitions, by Mr Dickenson. "But what about you. And
Teresa and Brian?" I asked. "Don't worry. I want you to do what's best for
you." My Mom said. "I'll explain to the others." Teresa said. Before I could
ask about the White Tigers. I nodded.
I went to my room and packed some stuff. I put Drigger in my pocket and I
changed my clothes. I looked at Mom and Teresa. Teresa hugged me and I hugged
her back. "Go and learn about beyblading. Bring it back to the village
someday. Like you dreamed." Teresa whispered in my ear. I gave her a weak
smile. Mom and Teresa hugged me again. They smiled and waved to me as I
walked down the drive. It would be the last time for a while.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I haven't been home since. I was sitting on my bed, in the hostal. I had just
finished showering and getting dressed. I looked at the picture of my Mom,
Teresa and Brian. Mariah had sent it to me, from my Mom. My Mom had put a
letter in the package.
My Dearest Son, Ray.
I hope you're allright. It would break my heart if you were unhappy. Mariah
and Lee told Teresa that they'd seen you at the Asian Tournament and that you
were doing very well. I'm glad. Teresa, Brian and I miss you very much. I
thought that I would warn you that your Father is planning on finding you and
dragging you home. Please be very careful. I love you very much.
Happy Birthday.
All My Love, Mom.
I read and re-read the letter. I didn't want to see Father again. I was too
afraid of what he'd do to me if I did go home for a while. I was dreading
what would happen, when he finally caught up to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ME: I hope that was a good start.
KAI/TYSON: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
RAY: *sulks*
MAX: What's up Ray?
RAY: Lady Blade's making my past all horrible.
KENNY: She's going to do it to Max and I, aswell. Don't worry about it.
RAY: *still sulks*
TYSON: Please don't forget to R&R.
KAI: And please ask any questions in your reviews, and Lady Blade will answer
them.
ME: Bye peoples. I'll update soon. Oh and tell me if you want me to do Max or
Kenny next when you review.
BLADEBREAKERS: Hi Lady Blade.
ME: I finally finished Tyson's Tragic Past. So now it's Ray's turn.
RAY: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
KAI: I pity you Ray. *pats Ray on shoulder*
TYSON: Yeah bud.
MAX: Is it gonna be worse than Tyson's.
TYSON/RAY/KAI: MAX!
MAX: What?
KENNY: He's really dumb.
*everyone nods*
ME: Kai will you do the disclaimer please.
KAI: Sure, whatever. Lady Blade Warangel does not own BeyBlade.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SUMMERY: Ray always seems laid back. But when his family come to watch the
BladeBreakers compete in the Canadian Tournament, he starts to get really
nervous. Can the others figure out what's bugging him?......
Tragic Past 3-Ray.
Chapter One - Ray Takes a Stroll Down Memory Lane.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~RAY'S P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I remember growing up in the White Tiger Valley, with the other White Tigers.
It was so simple back then, but it was also so hard. Especially with my
Father. Yes Father, not Dad or Daddy. He always told us to call him Father.
He was always strict and I was always doing something wrong in his eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Boy." My Father was calling me. "Yes Father." I answered. "You are not to go
anywhere with those village children, except school. Do you understand me?"
My Father said. "But why Father? What's so bad about the other village
children?" I asked. I was seven. I was also stupid. *CRACK* I felt the sharp
sting of one of my Fathers hard slaps. His hands were like small mallets.
"They're no good. Stay away from them and keep your sister and brother away
from them aswell. Do you understand Boy?" Father asked me. I nodded. I was
trying desperatly not to cry. His slaps always stung so much. They made my
head spin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I couldn't love my Father. I can't say I hated him. Hate is too strong a word
for what I felt. I disliked him greatly, and felt bitter towards him. That
was all, until I saw the marks that he left on Mom, for the first time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I walked up the drive with Teresa. Father's Mercedes wasn't there. I felt a
tug on my arm. "Ray, where's Father's car?" Teresa asked me. I was tall, even
then, when I was nine. "I don't know Teri." I answered. We walked upstairs.
Teresa went to her room to do her homework. It was something our Father
demanded from us. We had to do our homework when we got in from school,
before we did anything else. I alway looked for Mom, before I did anything
else. To see if she was allright. I heard crying coming from the study.
I opened the door and walked in. I saw Mom sitting on the floor. She had her
face in her hands. "Mom, why are you crying?" I asked her. She looked up,
finally realising that I was there. I could see the bruises on her face. She
had a split lip. I was shocked. "Mom what happened to you?" I asked her.
"Nothing sweetheart." She said shakily. "I'm fine. Go and do your homework,
or your Father won't be pleased." The realisation dawned on me. "Did Father
do this to you?" I asked her. She looked away. That was when I first felt
hate towards my father. Real burning hatred. I went to find some ointment,
bandages and other stuff to clean up the cuts and bruises, left by my Father.
It made me sick to look at them. I knew that he beat Me and Teresa. I never
knew that he beat Mom to.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I always wished that I was strong enough to do something to help my Mom,
Teresa and Brian. I couldn't protect them. I tried not to hate my Father but
I couldn't stop. Everytime, I came home and heard Mom crying in the study. I
knew he'd hit her again. I remember the day I left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ray, Ray, come on. We're going fishing in the Crystal lake. Are you guys
coming." Lee yelled to me from the bottom of the drive. He and the other
White Tigers were all there, waving to us. I could see that Teresa and Brian
were dying to go out. "Mom, when's Father coming back from his trip?" I asked
my Mom. "He should be back at ten o clock." my Mom replied. I looked at my
watch. It was two o clock in the afternoon. "We'll be back in time for dinner
Mom." I said to her. She smiled and nodded. Teresa grabbed Brian's hand and
ran after me down the drive. "I thought you Father wouldn't let you hang out
with us." Kevin said. "He's not back until ten o clock tonight." I said. Gary
laughed. Mariah grabbed my hand and started tugging me along. "Well we'd
better hurry up, before the grumpy git comes back and finds you having fun."
Mariah said. Teresa laughed. Lee scrutinised us both closely. I couldn't
really blame him. Lee was Mariah's older cousin. It was like when my sister
grabbed hold of Lee's hand and started dragging him along. It wasn't that we
didn't trust each other. It was just being protective.
We had so much fun that day. We got home a eight o clock. Two hours before my
Father was due to come home. We made our way into the driveway, and saw
Father's Mercedes parked outside. "Oh no, he's back early." Teresa said. She
gripped my hand tightly in fear. So did Brian. He was seven years old. Teresa
was nine and I was eleven. We were all scared. If Mom had tried to take the
blame, like she usually did, then Father would've beaten her for it. Kai's Ma
wasn't the only one, with a taste for beating with the belt.
We walked in the door. I told Teresa and Brian to go up into their rooms.
"What about you Ray?" Teresa whispered. "I'll be allright. Just go. There's
no sense in all of us getting a beating." I said to her. She nodded and crept
up the stairs with Brian. I saw them go into their rooms. I walked up the
stairs. I didn't bother to try and creep up. My Father came out onto the
landing to greet me at the top of the stairs. I could see spots of blood on
his shirt, so I knew he'd already given Mom a beating. I saw Mom crawl out
and pull herself to her feet. She leaned against the wall.
"Mom. Are you allright?" I asked her. My Father grabbed me by the throat and
squeezed. I choked. "Please James, don't hurt him." My Mom called out to him.
I couldn't believe that she had that much guts. She was swaying on her
unsteady feet. "Serena. I told you to be quiet. How I punish the boy is none
of your concern." He roared at her. He slapped her hard across the face. The
force of the slap sent her sprawling on the floor. "MOM!" I yelled. I
couldn't bear to see her treated like this. My Father dragged me into his
study.
He closed the door. *CRACK* I felt the first blow. I could feel my lip
bleeding. Then he just kept going. He beat me and beat me. *CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK* I felt each and every stinging blow, as the
belt bit into my skin. "What did I tell you. You never listen to me." I heard
my Father yell about how the White Tigers were no good. He kept beating me
with the belt until he couldn't hit me anymore. I couldn't move. "If you EVER
disobey me again, then you'll get twice the whipping. And Teresa and Brian
will get the same. Do you understand?" My Father yelled. I nodded. It was all
I could do to manage. It was good enough. He walked out of the study, and
left me to lay there. My blood, blending in with his thick red carpet.
Mom and Teresa came into the study and started cleaning my wounds. They
always did. "Ray." My Mom said to me. "Yes Mom." I answered. My voice was
hoarse from pain. "I think you should go." My mom said. I had been asked to
attend BeyBlading competitions, by Mr Dickenson. "But what about you. And
Teresa and Brian?" I asked. "Don't worry. I want you to do what's best for
you." My Mom said. "I'll explain to the others." Teresa said. Before I could
ask about the White Tigers. I nodded.
I went to my room and packed some stuff. I put Drigger in my pocket and I
changed my clothes. I looked at Mom and Teresa. Teresa hugged me and I hugged
her back. "Go and learn about beyblading. Bring it back to the village
someday. Like you dreamed." Teresa whispered in my ear. I gave her a weak
smile. Mom and Teresa hugged me again. They smiled and waved to me as I
walked down the drive. It would be the last time for a while.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I haven't been home since. I was sitting on my bed, in the hostal. I had just
finished showering and getting dressed. I looked at the picture of my Mom,
Teresa and Brian. Mariah had sent it to me, from my Mom. My Mom had put a
letter in the package.
My Dearest Son, Ray.
I hope you're allright. It would break my heart if you were unhappy. Mariah
and Lee told Teresa that they'd seen you at the Asian Tournament and that you
were doing very well. I'm glad. Teresa, Brian and I miss you very much. I
thought that I would warn you that your Father is planning on finding you and
dragging you home. Please be very careful. I love you very much.
Happy Birthday.
All My Love, Mom.
I read and re-read the letter. I didn't want to see Father again. I was too
afraid of what he'd do to me if I did go home for a while. I was dreading
what would happen, when he finally caught up to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ME: I hope that was a good start.
KAI/TYSON: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
RAY: *sulks*
MAX: What's up Ray?
RAY: Lady Blade's making my past all horrible.
KENNY: She's going to do it to Max and I, aswell. Don't worry about it.
RAY: *still sulks*
TYSON: Please don't forget to R&R.
KAI: And please ask any questions in your reviews, and Lady Blade will answer
them.
ME: Bye peoples. I'll update soon. Oh and tell me if you want me to do Max or
Kenny next when you review.