Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine.
It is a product of Bandi and the other company?
(sorry about that)
Hidden Pasts chapter Three
The great Oak
As soon as T.k. came within arms length, he felt himself being roughly ceased and being dragged away from the house. He was dragged all the way under an great Oak tree, that later he would come to resent. " Why would you do such a thing to your brothers", his 'mother' asked angrily. " Forcing them to look for you. Honestly your selfishness is astounding. They come home worried while you were off frolicking in the meadows without a care in the world."
"But I didn't do……", T.k. began and was soon cut off.
"No matter how much excuses you make, I assure you young man , you will not get away with this."
She brought the whip down on him hard. It wasn't until then he found out it was leather. She brought the whip on him again, this time he had to bite his lip from screaming. That still didn't stop the tears as she repeated the process over and over again. His 'mother' seemed to get new energy as the tears increased. T.k. lost count after ten. He silently vowed that this would be the last time he shed tears again. Then and there he promised himself he would never cry, and he intended to keep that promise. His 'mother' finished what she started by the time the boy was done making an oath to himself. Silently he followed his mother in the march towards the house, quickly wiping away his tears. It would be the last time he would have to do that again.
The next morning started off different as T.k. woke up an hour earlier than everyone else. And as everyone got up, T.k. was prepared to leave. The mistakes of the past would not happen again. He did note that he had to wait on Judah and Benjamin, and hid an unconscious smirk when he saw the very two who morning after morning blamed him about their imaginary lateness rush about there morning duties. As they pushed past him forcibly, he would smile at them adding to their agitation. He was positive they didn't hate him, but then again he was positive they didn't like him either. If he knew what his "brothers" had in store for him, he would of restated his thought.
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T.k. found himself intently walking out of the house behind his two older "brothers." Yesterday he had such a wonderful first day of school. Filled with hate, bitterness, confusion , and the ultimate end result pain! And now he was set for another well rather…….interesting day.
They walked in silence. Well ,when they could still be seen anyway. T.k. knew as soon as they came around the bend, out of sight hell would follow. If T.k. wasn't physic he sure could predict with talent. Because as soon as they turned the corner, rounded the bend and were neatly out of sight , Judah and Benjamin took their opportunity and immediately pounced on him verbally.
" Why didn't you wake us up", Judah hissed, "just thinking of yourself weren't you".
"Look what you did you little whore," Benjamin added in, " mom yelled at us for waking up late and gave us some more chores".
T.k. began to slow down and think of a strategic way he could escape from this situation with no cut or bruises. The small boy knew that this could get nasty, fast. What if he……
A fist came flying at T.k. and before he had a chance to react, it was already in his face. The impact sent him sprawling on the ground. "That will teach you, slut". It was Judah who hit him. Of the two brothers it was Judah who hated him more, that was common knowledge. The two boys then walked briskly ahead and left T.k. to deal with the throbbing around his eye. He knew there was a good chance that they gave him a black eye. He sighed, the blond already knew it was going to be a long day.
"Your late", was the first thing T.k. heard as he entered the schools door. The school was a one room building with a furnace in the back to heat it if the weather did get cold. "Remain at the door , I will deal with you later." The teacher concluded. As promised, a mere five minutes later, the teacher took the boy outside. "Why are you late", was the first thing he asked. " My brothers they….." "Don't you ever try to blame someone else for your faults, young man", the teacher yelled. " You do know that I punish students for being late." He added thoughtfully. "Yes sir", came a feeble reply from the student. "Good"!
The whip stung, T.k. contemplated as he sat down in the class room. " The war was fought in the plains of blah blah blah, blah blah , blah blah blah." T.k. found it hard to concentrate on the teacher. A) he found it hard to concentrate. b) this was the same teacher, who time before just beat him. c) This teacher was pathetically boring.
So the young boy as tired as he was , fell asleep.
All to soon the teachers attention was suddenly brought upon the young boy sleeping. " Brownings", the teachers voice boomed over him, pronouncing the family name he was given with force. T.k. sat up suddenly and blinked immediately wishing he was anywhere else but here. The teacher opened his mouth and continued, "since you found obvious interest in the lesson it would be only right of me to let you take over". Laughter was heard over the class room as everyone knew that the book was in Latin, a language only the teacher knew how to read. " Yes sir", T.k. stood up and said bravely.
Taking the book from the teachers hands T.k. began to read like he was reading it all his life. Of course the boy had no idea where he learned to do such and assumed everyone in the classroom knew how to read like such too. As he finished the page and handed the book back to the teacher, silence covered the class room like a woolen knitted blanket covers a feather quilted bed. Confused the young boy looked around him questionably.
"Where did you learn to read like that?", the teacher asked gruffly, obviously feeling ashamed that a student proved him wrong, especially one he punished that day. T.k. gave a small shrug. " I don't know", T.k. answered meekly. The teacher was beginning to scare him, not that the teacher hadn't scared him already. "Don't lie to me boy", the teacher hissed. First this student comes in late, then sleeps in his class, and then tries to make a fool out of him. This student wasn't going to get away with all of this in a day. " Then pray tell me why can't your brothers…..", the teacher let his eyes wonder to where Judah and Benjamin where seated, then resumed talking. " Read as well as you can morever read in Latin." Subconsciously all eyes glanced at T.k.'s 'brothers' and then rested on him. The boy shrugged again. This wasn't suppose to happen, thought the boy, wondering if this ability had anything to do with the dreams he had every night.
Defeated, the teacher walked to the front of the class room and continued the class , making a mental note to avoid the blond at all costs.
Class finally ended and T.k. rushed outside. The faster he left , the more time he had to get away from his brothers. But it seemed like they had other plans for him. The young boy was quickly tackled from behind. When T.k. got up he found himself in a circle of boys and the odd girl, as it wasn't common for girls to go to school.
Of course the leader was Judah. He tried to push past them, but they resisted.
"Can you please explain to us why we have so much homework". "I… I…",T.k stammered, then with determination stated that he wanted to go home. "We can't allow that," countered Judah. "We feel that you didn't learn a good enough lesson this morning so we have decided to teach it to you." " And who appointed you to do that" said the young boy bravely. "Does it matter?", his older 'brother' asked. "Where wasting time", came a reply from someone else in the circle. That seemed to be the cue, because as soon as that was said, hell broke lose and the other children seemed lost in inflicting any kind of pain possible. Kicking punching, scratching, throwing rocks ,dirt and anything else that may be harmful. The didn't stop till they heard the teacher coming and only then did they split up and run in every direction leaving the small blond on the ground in evident pain.
The teacher must of had a lot against the blond as he ignore what he saw and continued on his way leaving T.k. to get home by himself. It took longer than usual as T.k. had to limp home and rest every now and then to nurse his injuries.
The sun had set in the west by the time T.k. got home. Or what he had grown accustomed to call home anyway. As predicted his 'mother' was waiting for him. This time she didn't wait for him to approach her, she walked briskly up to him, ceased him and began to drag him over to a rather familiar tree. The great oak.
It is a product of Bandi and the other company?
(sorry about that)
Hidden Pasts chapter Three
The great Oak
As soon as T.k. came within arms length, he felt himself being roughly ceased and being dragged away from the house. He was dragged all the way under an great Oak tree, that later he would come to resent. " Why would you do such a thing to your brothers", his 'mother' asked angrily. " Forcing them to look for you. Honestly your selfishness is astounding. They come home worried while you were off frolicking in the meadows without a care in the world."
"But I didn't do……", T.k. began and was soon cut off.
"No matter how much excuses you make, I assure you young man , you will not get away with this."
She brought the whip down on him hard. It wasn't until then he found out it was leather. She brought the whip on him again, this time he had to bite his lip from screaming. That still didn't stop the tears as she repeated the process over and over again. His 'mother' seemed to get new energy as the tears increased. T.k. lost count after ten. He silently vowed that this would be the last time he shed tears again. Then and there he promised himself he would never cry, and he intended to keep that promise. His 'mother' finished what she started by the time the boy was done making an oath to himself. Silently he followed his mother in the march towards the house, quickly wiping away his tears. It would be the last time he would have to do that again.
The next morning started off different as T.k. woke up an hour earlier than everyone else. And as everyone got up, T.k. was prepared to leave. The mistakes of the past would not happen again. He did note that he had to wait on Judah and Benjamin, and hid an unconscious smirk when he saw the very two who morning after morning blamed him about their imaginary lateness rush about there morning duties. As they pushed past him forcibly, he would smile at them adding to their agitation. He was positive they didn't hate him, but then again he was positive they didn't like him either. If he knew what his "brothers" had in store for him, he would of restated his thought.
+ + +
T.k. found himself intently walking out of the house behind his two older "brothers." Yesterday he had such a wonderful first day of school. Filled with hate, bitterness, confusion , and the ultimate end result pain! And now he was set for another well rather…….interesting day.
They walked in silence. Well ,when they could still be seen anyway. T.k. knew as soon as they came around the bend, out of sight hell would follow. If T.k. wasn't physic he sure could predict with talent. Because as soon as they turned the corner, rounded the bend and were neatly out of sight , Judah and Benjamin took their opportunity and immediately pounced on him verbally.
" Why didn't you wake us up", Judah hissed, "just thinking of yourself weren't you".
"Look what you did you little whore," Benjamin added in, " mom yelled at us for waking up late and gave us some more chores".
T.k. began to slow down and think of a strategic way he could escape from this situation with no cut or bruises. The small boy knew that this could get nasty, fast. What if he……
A fist came flying at T.k. and before he had a chance to react, it was already in his face. The impact sent him sprawling on the ground. "That will teach you, slut". It was Judah who hit him. Of the two brothers it was Judah who hated him more, that was common knowledge. The two boys then walked briskly ahead and left T.k. to deal with the throbbing around his eye. He knew there was a good chance that they gave him a black eye. He sighed, the blond already knew it was going to be a long day.
"Your late", was the first thing T.k. heard as he entered the schools door. The school was a one room building with a furnace in the back to heat it if the weather did get cold. "Remain at the door , I will deal with you later." The teacher concluded. As promised, a mere five minutes later, the teacher took the boy outside. "Why are you late", was the first thing he asked. " My brothers they….." "Don't you ever try to blame someone else for your faults, young man", the teacher yelled. " You do know that I punish students for being late." He added thoughtfully. "Yes sir", came a feeble reply from the student. "Good"!
The whip stung, T.k. contemplated as he sat down in the class room. " The war was fought in the plains of blah blah blah, blah blah , blah blah blah." T.k. found it hard to concentrate on the teacher. A) he found it hard to concentrate. b) this was the same teacher, who time before just beat him. c) This teacher was pathetically boring.
So the young boy as tired as he was , fell asleep.
All to soon the teachers attention was suddenly brought upon the young boy sleeping. " Brownings", the teachers voice boomed over him, pronouncing the family name he was given with force. T.k. sat up suddenly and blinked immediately wishing he was anywhere else but here. The teacher opened his mouth and continued, "since you found obvious interest in the lesson it would be only right of me to let you take over". Laughter was heard over the class room as everyone knew that the book was in Latin, a language only the teacher knew how to read. " Yes sir", T.k. stood up and said bravely.
Taking the book from the teachers hands T.k. began to read like he was reading it all his life. Of course the boy had no idea where he learned to do such and assumed everyone in the classroom knew how to read like such too. As he finished the page and handed the book back to the teacher, silence covered the class room like a woolen knitted blanket covers a feather quilted bed. Confused the young boy looked around him questionably.
"Where did you learn to read like that?", the teacher asked gruffly, obviously feeling ashamed that a student proved him wrong, especially one he punished that day. T.k. gave a small shrug. " I don't know", T.k. answered meekly. The teacher was beginning to scare him, not that the teacher hadn't scared him already. "Don't lie to me boy", the teacher hissed. First this student comes in late, then sleeps in his class, and then tries to make a fool out of him. This student wasn't going to get away with all of this in a day. " Then pray tell me why can't your brothers…..", the teacher let his eyes wonder to where Judah and Benjamin where seated, then resumed talking. " Read as well as you can morever read in Latin." Subconsciously all eyes glanced at T.k.'s 'brothers' and then rested on him. The boy shrugged again. This wasn't suppose to happen, thought the boy, wondering if this ability had anything to do with the dreams he had every night.
Defeated, the teacher walked to the front of the class room and continued the class , making a mental note to avoid the blond at all costs.
Class finally ended and T.k. rushed outside. The faster he left , the more time he had to get away from his brothers. But it seemed like they had other plans for him. The young boy was quickly tackled from behind. When T.k. got up he found himself in a circle of boys and the odd girl, as it wasn't common for girls to go to school.
Of course the leader was Judah. He tried to push past them, but they resisted.
"Can you please explain to us why we have so much homework". "I… I…",T.k stammered, then with determination stated that he wanted to go home. "We can't allow that," countered Judah. "We feel that you didn't learn a good enough lesson this morning so we have decided to teach it to you." " And who appointed you to do that" said the young boy bravely. "Does it matter?", his older 'brother' asked. "Where wasting time", came a reply from someone else in the circle. That seemed to be the cue, because as soon as that was said, hell broke lose and the other children seemed lost in inflicting any kind of pain possible. Kicking punching, scratching, throwing rocks ,dirt and anything else that may be harmful. The didn't stop till they heard the teacher coming and only then did they split up and run in every direction leaving the small blond on the ground in evident pain.
The teacher must of had a lot against the blond as he ignore what he saw and continued on his way leaving T.k. to get home by himself. It took longer than usual as T.k. had to limp home and rest every now and then to nurse his injuries.
The sun had set in the west by the time T.k. got home. Or what he had grown accustomed to call home anyway. As predicted his 'mother' was waiting for him. This time she didn't wait for him to approach her, she walked briskly up to him, ceased him and began to drag him over to a rather familiar tree. The great oak.