DISCLAIMER: I own all but Cliffhanger, the people are mine, and the story
is mine.
Warning: rated R for violence, language, and mature themes.
He rolled out of bed the next morning. The food did a number on him. He slowly headed to the bathroom so not to wake up anyone. His slow but steady steps were inaudible. Mark stepped into the bathroom closing the door behind him; he slowly pulled up on his shirt again checking the marks. For some reason they were bigger than that of the night before. Images of how he got them flooded his mind. Every movement made, every word said, every action, every smell. He closed his eyes and slammed his hands on the sink gripping it tightly, he tried to fight off the images the memory, a losing battle.
~ His stepfather stood over him, as he lay sprawled on the floor. "Who the hell do you think you are? You little shit, you're nothing, you're of no matter here." He could smell the sour bitter smell of liquor on his breath. His step so close it was almost as if he could taste it. "Back the fuck off you're not my father." Mark shoved his stepfather. He very quickly regretted his action as a hand hit him. He sank back into the wall he was forcefully shoved into. He passed out from the pain of his head hitting the wall. ~
Mark shook his head as he heard the banging on the bathroom door. "Fuck off!" he yelled out.
~ He felt great taking the bat in his hand. He ran over and tapped his stepfather on the shoulder. He waited till he turned around than swung the bat towards his head. He cringed hearing the crack of his skull. ~
"Mark open the door I'm not kidding jackass!" The now familiar voice of J came through the door.
"I said fuck off!" He opened the door enough to yell back.
~ "Son what happened?" The officer asked. Mark wiped his eye and looked up.
"Self defense he was beating Me." ~
The door flung open as Mark stormed out from the bathroom. J grabbed his shirt collar and pushed up against the wall, he winced from the stinging pain of the pressure on his sores. "Get the fuck off me." Mark pushed him back. "Well maybe you should hurry your damn ass out of the bathroom when I say so. Fucker." J turned walking into the bathroom.
Mark sat in the mess hall looking over his breakfast. He pushed the food around his plate, not really hungry. Joy sat down next to him. "Hi, You must be Mark the new guy. Don't let princess over there bother you." She pointed to Janey. "She's already after your dick." Joy smiled. Mark laughed at the comment. "And why is that?" "Because she thinks your cute like every other girl here, only thing no sex." ______________________________________________-- R AND R pelase
Warning: rated R for violence, language, and mature themes.
He rolled out of bed the next morning. The food did a number on him. He slowly headed to the bathroom so not to wake up anyone. His slow but steady steps were inaudible. Mark stepped into the bathroom closing the door behind him; he slowly pulled up on his shirt again checking the marks. For some reason they were bigger than that of the night before. Images of how he got them flooded his mind. Every movement made, every word said, every action, every smell. He closed his eyes and slammed his hands on the sink gripping it tightly, he tried to fight off the images the memory, a losing battle.
~ His stepfather stood over him, as he lay sprawled on the floor. "Who the hell do you think you are? You little shit, you're nothing, you're of no matter here." He could smell the sour bitter smell of liquor on his breath. His step so close it was almost as if he could taste it. "Back the fuck off you're not my father." Mark shoved his stepfather. He very quickly regretted his action as a hand hit him. He sank back into the wall he was forcefully shoved into. He passed out from the pain of his head hitting the wall. ~
Mark shook his head as he heard the banging on the bathroom door. "Fuck off!" he yelled out.
~ He felt great taking the bat in his hand. He ran over and tapped his stepfather on the shoulder. He waited till he turned around than swung the bat towards his head. He cringed hearing the crack of his skull. ~
"Mark open the door I'm not kidding jackass!" The now familiar voice of J came through the door.
"I said fuck off!" He opened the door enough to yell back.
~ "Son what happened?" The officer asked. Mark wiped his eye and looked up.
"Self defense he was beating Me." ~
The door flung open as Mark stormed out from the bathroom. J grabbed his shirt collar and pushed up against the wall, he winced from the stinging pain of the pressure on his sores. "Get the fuck off me." Mark pushed him back. "Well maybe you should hurry your damn ass out of the bathroom when I say so. Fucker." J turned walking into the bathroom.
Mark sat in the mess hall looking over his breakfast. He pushed the food around his plate, not really hungry. Joy sat down next to him. "Hi, You must be Mark the new guy. Don't let princess over there bother you." She pointed to Janey. "She's already after your dick." Joy smiled. Mark laughed at the comment. "And why is that?" "Because she thinks your cute like every other girl here, only thing no sex." ______________________________________________-- R AND R pelase