Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that pertain to the
movie/book "Holes". They belong to the writer of the book, Louis Sachar.
Chapter 7 Alan stormed into his house. His mother was in the kitchen eating what he brought the other day. "Hey son," she said. She sounded sober for once.
"Hey ma," Alan sat across from her. He looked at her.
"What is the matter," she asked as she stuffed chips in her mouth. He remained silent and could hear the crunching noise the chips were making. "Tell me,"
"Nicole. I don't know. I just think she's cheating on me," Alan removed his baseball cap and placed it on the table.
"I remember when your father thought I was cheating on him," a smiled began to form over her face. Alan seemed interested in what she had to say. "Well a man called one afternoon and your father answered. The man asked for me. Well I was out with you in the park and when we came home. Boy did he go into a jealous rage. He screamed and yelled at him. He slapped me and threw me against the wall. He thought he couldn't get through just by talking to me. He began beating me up. I pushed him off and ran to your room because I heard you crying," she stopped.
"Mom you can stop," Alan suggested.
"No. I took you in my arms and he came in. He never wanted to hurt you. That was something he would never do but," his mom tried to fight her tears. Alan looked down.
"I'll see ya later," he went to his room and sat on his bed. He took off his shirt revealing scars he had on his back. The story behind the scars was that on that day his father threw a tantrum he grabbed Alan out of his mother's arms and began to beat him. The next day his father walked out on them and his mother turned to alcohol. His mother continued where his father left off. He went to school with bruises on his face. He remembered freshman year when he went to school with a black eye or what some called a shiner.
~~~~~~~Freshman Year~~~~~~~~~~ Alan went to his locker trying to avoid everyone he knew. He still hadn't come up with a story behind his black eye. He went to his locker right next to Nicole. "Hey," Nicole was already there. He looked at her forgetting his eye. "Alan what happened?" she was shocked.
"Oh um...I...um...got into a fight with this big guy and yeah," he smiled. "You think this is bad you should see the other guy. I beat him up bad," he nodded and sounded proud of himself. Nicole nodded slowly.
"Okay," Nicole walked off. Alan had liked her a lot and he just made himself look stupid. Throughout the day people kept asking him about his eye and kept telling the story tinkering with it each time he told it. By adding he broke the guy's arm and leg. Nicole didn't believe him, but that wasn't going to stop him. So each time he went to school with a bruise it was a different story and each time Nicole didn't believe him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He snapped back to reality and remembered what he had done to Nicole. He hurt her. The exact same way his father hurt his mother. He was turning into father he couldn't let that happen. He didn't want to turn into his father. His father was just an ass. He walked out on him and his mother. He couldn't walk out on his mother. He couldn't let her get hurt again.
Chapter 7 Alan stormed into his house. His mother was in the kitchen eating what he brought the other day. "Hey son," she said. She sounded sober for once.
"Hey ma," Alan sat across from her. He looked at her.
"What is the matter," she asked as she stuffed chips in her mouth. He remained silent and could hear the crunching noise the chips were making. "Tell me,"
"Nicole. I don't know. I just think she's cheating on me," Alan removed his baseball cap and placed it on the table.
"I remember when your father thought I was cheating on him," a smiled began to form over her face. Alan seemed interested in what she had to say. "Well a man called one afternoon and your father answered. The man asked for me. Well I was out with you in the park and when we came home. Boy did he go into a jealous rage. He screamed and yelled at him. He slapped me and threw me against the wall. He thought he couldn't get through just by talking to me. He began beating me up. I pushed him off and ran to your room because I heard you crying," she stopped.
"Mom you can stop," Alan suggested.
"No. I took you in my arms and he came in. He never wanted to hurt you. That was something he would never do but," his mom tried to fight her tears. Alan looked down.
"I'll see ya later," he went to his room and sat on his bed. He took off his shirt revealing scars he had on his back. The story behind the scars was that on that day his father threw a tantrum he grabbed Alan out of his mother's arms and began to beat him. The next day his father walked out on them and his mother turned to alcohol. His mother continued where his father left off. He went to school with bruises on his face. He remembered freshman year when he went to school with a black eye or what some called a shiner.
~~~~~~~Freshman Year~~~~~~~~~~ Alan went to his locker trying to avoid everyone he knew. He still hadn't come up with a story behind his black eye. He went to his locker right next to Nicole. "Hey," Nicole was already there. He looked at her forgetting his eye. "Alan what happened?" she was shocked.
"Oh um...I...um...got into a fight with this big guy and yeah," he smiled. "You think this is bad you should see the other guy. I beat him up bad," he nodded and sounded proud of himself. Nicole nodded slowly.
"Okay," Nicole walked off. Alan had liked her a lot and he just made himself look stupid. Throughout the day people kept asking him about his eye and kept telling the story tinkering with it each time he told it. By adding he broke the guy's arm and leg. Nicole didn't believe him, but that wasn't going to stop him. So each time he went to school with a bruise it was a different story and each time Nicole didn't believe him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He snapped back to reality and remembered what he had done to Nicole. He hurt her. The exact same way his father hurt his mother. He was turning into father he couldn't let that happen. He didn't want to turn into his father. His father was just an ass. He walked out on him and his mother. He couldn't walk out on his mother. He couldn't let her get hurt again.