BOOM!
Loud, rolling thunder boomed into a small boy's area. He clutched his bear to his chest, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. His shoulders shook slightly as he watched the light show illuminate the night through the window of his little room.
"What's that, Shmee? I'm scared, though. I don't wanna leave my room."
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?!"
Johnny cowered in the corner as his burly step dad barged into the room. "Shm-"
"Shut up."
WHAM!
And Johnny was against the wall in a second.
"Are you going to speak any more? Are you going to scream?"
Johnny gulped, hard.
"ARE YOU?"
"No," he squeaked. And the first hit was dispensed.
Johnny crumpled, being so skinny and small. His breathing was starting to shudder out. But he would live. He hoped. A second hit. A third. Large bruises were forming all over him. Tears streamed down his round face. He stood up, looking up at the violent man who was his step dad.
The door opened with a slight whoosh. His mother, eyes alert and wide, came storming in. "What..what are you doing?" She asked, straightening out her black dress.
"Nothing, honey."
"It sure doesn't look like nothing."
"Well it IS, honey."
"JOHNNY!"
The woman spotted Johnny, quietly crying, curled up in a little ball on the ground, hugging Shmee. He was trembling, and she took him into his arms and hugged him, and with that, Johnny let out a cry of intense pain. "What happened here?" She asked, pulling his shirt up a bit so she could see what was inflicting the pain. Se let out a choked sob upon seeing her beloved son's side, stomach, chest. She cradled him carefully, setting him down lightly on his bed.
"Don't I ever catch you doing that to my son again!"
"Don't speak to me like that."
Whack.
"Hey!"
Whack.
"DADDY!!! DON'T HIT MOMMY!" Screamed Johnny, now standing on his bed. When his step dad approached him again, he crouched down so that only his back could be seen or touched.
WHACK.
The back of a sturdy hand met Johnny's back, and it would be sure to leave a bruise.
Loud, rolling thunder boomed into a small boy's area. He clutched his bear to his chest, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. His shoulders shook slightly as he watched the light show illuminate the night through the window of his little room.
"What's that, Shmee? I'm scared, though. I don't wanna leave my room."
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?!"
Johnny cowered in the corner as his burly step dad barged into the room. "Shm-"
"Shut up."
WHAM!
And Johnny was against the wall in a second.
"Are you going to speak any more? Are you going to scream?"
Johnny gulped, hard.
"ARE YOU?"
"No," he squeaked. And the first hit was dispensed.
Johnny crumpled, being so skinny and small. His breathing was starting to shudder out. But he would live. He hoped. A second hit. A third. Large bruises were forming all over him. Tears streamed down his round face. He stood up, looking up at the violent man who was his step dad.
The door opened with a slight whoosh. His mother, eyes alert and wide, came storming in. "What..what are you doing?" She asked, straightening out her black dress.
"Nothing, honey."
"It sure doesn't look like nothing."
"Well it IS, honey."
"JOHNNY!"
The woman spotted Johnny, quietly crying, curled up in a little ball on the ground, hugging Shmee. He was trembling, and she took him into his arms and hugged him, and with that, Johnny let out a cry of intense pain. "What happened here?" She asked, pulling his shirt up a bit so she could see what was inflicting the pain. Se let out a choked sob upon seeing her beloved son's side, stomach, chest. She cradled him carefully, setting him down lightly on his bed.
"Don't I ever catch you doing that to my son again!"
"Don't speak to me like that."
Whack.
"Hey!"
Whack.
"DADDY!!! DON'T HIT MOMMY!" Screamed Johnny, now standing on his bed. When his step dad approached him again, he crouched down so that only his back could be seen or touched.
WHACK.
The back of a sturdy hand met Johnny's back, and it would be sure to leave a bruise.