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Thanks for the wonderful feedback all. Keep it coming! Little bit of abuse in this chapter. Not much though, hope you like this chapter. ^_^ Might include a chapter at the end of Numbuh 4 taking Numbuh 3 to the pet shop, lol.
Enjoy the story - then review. *hands out pop-corn*
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He sat silently, staring at the carpet. The tv blared out a comedy show, or something that must've been funny. As his dad kept bursting out laughing. Numbuh 4 might've joined him if he wasn't scared to death.
"Come on," He thought, screwing his eyes shut tightly, wishing with all his might. "Come on Numbuh 1, Numbuh 2, come and call for me, ring me or something. Please just get me off this damn couch." He opened his eyes and looked around, the room was pretty dark, with only the eerie glow from the tv lighting it up.
"Come on Numbuh 3, I'll take you to the pet shop like I promised. Or I'll go to the cruddy record store with you Numbuh 5, just come and take me away from this place!"
"Well Sport,"
Numbuh 4 froze, all his thoughts jamming together in a halt, as his father got up and made his way towards the couch. "Crud. Crud. Crud." He hissed under his breath, his eyes getting wider as his father got closer.
"I'm going to bed. We'll spend some real quality time together tomorrow." His father flashed him a malevolent grin as he walked past him, up the stairs. "You can count on it."
He wasn't sure how long he sat there. Frozen in what looked like a state of suppressed panic. Which was exactly what it was. Outside, he looked tired, slightly wide-eyed, but otherwise normal. Inside, all alert alarms where going off, and he was running around in circles in his head screaming as loud as he could.
Finally, he hopped off the couch and slowly made his way up the stairs to his room. It was the same state as he left it from last weekend. A few scattered papers from a cruddy comic left lying on the floor. The last DvD he watched was still in the DvD player, and his bed was still unmade.
Numbuh 4 didn't bother to undress, he kicked his shoes off. Grabbed his CD player, put on his headphones, started playing the first CD in there, and promptly collapsed on the bed, falling asleep before his head hit the pillow.
It was a strange habit to have. But Numbuh 4 couldn't sleep easy unless he had something blasting in his ears. It was odd, but it could explain why he was always a little deaf in the mornings.
Groggily, he opened his eyes. It was still dark out, but something else (other than the fact he'd woken up before morning, which he usually never does) was different. Then he realised, no music was playing, at first he thought he'd simply forgotten to press repeat and the CD had finished. Then he realised he couldn't feel the pressure of the headphones on his ears.
It was at this point that Numbuh 4 actually looked up and noticed his father standing in his room, holding his headphones, looking angry. Uh oh.
"TV left on. Room a mess. Playing music whilst asleep - do you know how much money you're wasting?" Asked his father, in a dangerously calm voice.
"B...But Dad, My CD player uses batteries. . ." He trailed off, looking down guilty. He knew what was coming, and he tensed himself up ready for it.
It came.
The impact shocked him, he was practically thrown backwards across the bed. In all his years of abuse, Numbuh 4 had never been hit that hard. He put his hand up to feel his swelling cheek. That was going to leave a bruise. Which wasn't good.
"Next time, there better not be a next time, you hear?" Growled his father, before turning and storming out of the room. "See you tomorrow." He muttered quietly, almost violently. Before exiting completely.
Numbuh 4 held back the tears standing on the brink of falling. He wouldn't cry. He'd be strong. He forced the feelings deep down inside of his little box, which was getting rather full, rubbed his injured cheek, curled into a ball and fell asleep.
Dreading the dawn.
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Hope you like!!
Thanks for the wonderful feedback all. Keep it coming! Little bit of abuse in this chapter. Not much though, hope you like this chapter. ^_^ Might include a chapter at the end of Numbuh 4 taking Numbuh 3 to the pet shop, lol.
Enjoy the story - then review. *hands out pop-corn*
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He sat silently, staring at the carpet. The tv blared out a comedy show, or something that must've been funny. As his dad kept bursting out laughing. Numbuh 4 might've joined him if he wasn't scared to death.
"Come on," He thought, screwing his eyes shut tightly, wishing with all his might. "Come on Numbuh 1, Numbuh 2, come and call for me, ring me or something. Please just get me off this damn couch." He opened his eyes and looked around, the room was pretty dark, with only the eerie glow from the tv lighting it up.
"Come on Numbuh 3, I'll take you to the pet shop like I promised. Or I'll go to the cruddy record store with you Numbuh 5, just come and take me away from this place!"
"Well Sport,"
Numbuh 4 froze, all his thoughts jamming together in a halt, as his father got up and made his way towards the couch. "Crud. Crud. Crud." He hissed under his breath, his eyes getting wider as his father got closer.
"I'm going to bed. We'll spend some real quality time together tomorrow." His father flashed him a malevolent grin as he walked past him, up the stairs. "You can count on it."
He wasn't sure how long he sat there. Frozen in what looked like a state of suppressed panic. Which was exactly what it was. Outside, he looked tired, slightly wide-eyed, but otherwise normal. Inside, all alert alarms where going off, and he was running around in circles in his head screaming as loud as he could.
Finally, he hopped off the couch and slowly made his way up the stairs to his room. It was the same state as he left it from last weekend. A few scattered papers from a cruddy comic left lying on the floor. The last DvD he watched was still in the DvD player, and his bed was still unmade.
Numbuh 4 didn't bother to undress, he kicked his shoes off. Grabbed his CD player, put on his headphones, started playing the first CD in there, and promptly collapsed on the bed, falling asleep before his head hit the pillow.
It was a strange habit to have. But Numbuh 4 couldn't sleep easy unless he had something blasting in his ears. It was odd, but it could explain why he was always a little deaf in the mornings.
Groggily, he opened his eyes. It was still dark out, but something else (other than the fact he'd woken up before morning, which he usually never does) was different. Then he realised, no music was playing, at first he thought he'd simply forgotten to press repeat and the CD had finished. Then he realised he couldn't feel the pressure of the headphones on his ears.
It was at this point that Numbuh 4 actually looked up and noticed his father standing in his room, holding his headphones, looking angry. Uh oh.
"TV left on. Room a mess. Playing music whilst asleep - do you know how much money you're wasting?" Asked his father, in a dangerously calm voice.
"B...But Dad, My CD player uses batteries. . ." He trailed off, looking down guilty. He knew what was coming, and he tensed himself up ready for it.
It came.
The impact shocked him, he was practically thrown backwards across the bed. In all his years of abuse, Numbuh 4 had never been hit that hard. He put his hand up to feel his swelling cheek. That was going to leave a bruise. Which wasn't good.
"Next time, there better not be a next time, you hear?" Growled his father, before turning and storming out of the room. "See you tomorrow." He muttered quietly, almost violently. Before exiting completely.
Numbuh 4 held back the tears standing on the brink of falling. He wouldn't cry. He'd be strong. He forced the feelings deep down inside of his little box, which was getting rather full, rubbed his injured cheek, curled into a ball and fell asleep.
Dreading the dawn.
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Hope you like!!