Thank you all for the reviews. I know the first chapter was kinda short but they'll get longer as I go and get more ideas. As for reviews, thanks to all of the wonderful people who reviewed my first chapter and any criticism is welcome to make the story any better. Same disclaimers apply, Tony is not mine (although I SERIOUSLY wish he was ;)). I know you're probably tired of me rambling, so without further ado, Chapter Two (hey it rhymes!)

Chapter Two

After Work

I sat in my small room in the tiny apartment my parents had rented. My dad would be home from work soon and I didn't want him to come home. Of course every other 6 year old boy would want to see their father. But me, I wasn't everyone, and my father sure wasn't you're ordinary dad. No. He was far from it. He hit my mom. He hit me. Mom and I hated him. Every time my Mom would bring up the matter of divorce my Dad threatened to hurt her, I even heard him threaten to kill her once. Kill.

My friends all thought I was nuts when I tried to tell them about my dad hitting me. He put on a pretty good show when company was over, almost believable. Almost.

Suddenly I heard the slam of the door and the usual yelling began.

"Karen!" My dad yelled.

"What!" My mom replied. That's how every thing starts. Then either my Dad would blame her for his horrible day at work or he would come into my room where I would hide and then he would scream at my mom and say I ran away because of her. Yeah, right, I would think. If I ran away it would be your fault not moms. She loves me. Unlike you.

Today the yelling was going to be about his day at work. But the Topic quickly changed.

"Today was the worst day of my entire life! You should know better than t-"I heard a loud bang. "What the hell is this?" Then I remembered. My mom had put all of her stuff into a box and placed it by the front door. I guessed my dad had tripped over it.

"It's all of my stuff, Chris," My mom replied. "I'm leaving" I peaked out of my door. She was standing next to him, perfectly still not showing any signs of backing down.

"What are you talking about?"

"Leaving! Divorce! That's what I'm talking about Chris!" She yelled. "I stuck with you for 6 years! SIX FUCKING YEARS! I'm done! DONE! Do you want to know why I stayed? Because you're pathetic! You can't do anything on your own! That's why I stayed! That and the sanity of my child you bastard!"

"Don't talk to me like this woman!" Chris shouted over Karen who was still shouting insults at him.

"You know what!" Karen continued. "I'm going to turn you into the Social Services because you hit Anthony! And, he's not even your son! You know what Chris? You're going to go to jail! And-" Chris closed his fingers around Karen's throat. He muttered some words I couldn't hear and two minutes later released his grip and her limp body fell to the floor, dead. Chris looked around. My eyes opened wide and I hurridly closed the door. He must have noticed because I heard his foot steps come closer to my door, and I felt fear gather in my throat as I dove under the bed…….