Word count: 2311

Chapter 1: A Jug of Milk, and a Shot of Whiskey.

Ring, ring, ring. I heard an ear piercing sound ring through my ears. Ring, ring, ring. I groaned, and opened my eyes a little. I turned off my alarm and got out of bed. I got dressed into ripped jeans, a metallica shirt, and a leather jacket. I brushed my dirty blonde hair into a short bob, and stared into the mirror at my blueish-green eyes that looked quite dim. I then walked into the living room.

"What do you think you're wearing, little boy?" My Mother asked me, swaying side to side.

"I'm 16," I answered dryly. I looked at my Mom.

She was naturally beautiful even when she didn't glob make-up on her face. She was wearing a purple crop-top and a matching too short purple skirt. Her eyes that matched mine stared deep into my soul. Her blonde hair was neatly combed and she looked absolutely stunning.

But to me, she looked absolutely disgusting. I could tell if my Mother was drunk or not, and she definitely was. I knew that she was going on a date, when she looked like that.

"Where are you going?" I asked, walking over to the pantry and grabbing a box of cereal.

"Just going to the grocery store," she lied, drinking a shot of whiskey, and filling it back up again. I walked over to the fridge and dug through the beer and grabbed the jug of milk in the back. She drank another shot of whiskey.

"Yeah right," I said, pouring the cereal and milk into a bowl.

"Are you sassing me Robby!" She yelled, she stood up and walked towards me.

"I just said, yeah rig-" I argued until she slapped me right across the face.

"Get out of here no son of mine is going to sass me like that," She yelled.

"Fine!" I screamed. "Bye, Miss. Keene." I said, with betrayal coating my voice. I grabbed my backpack, and walked out the door, and slammed the door. I walked down the apartment hall, looking down at the floor, because I felt like crying.

I'm sorry Mom. I thought. Maybe since I'm leaving, she'll have a better life. I won't screw up her life, like I screw up everything. I thought happily for her. This was a normal morning for me and my Mom.

I walked down an alley, towards school, the one I always used, and took quite a lot of de-tours. I finally arrived at the front of the school.

I walked in the school and turned corners vigorously, making my way to class. When I got there I was 25 minutes late.

"Mr. Keene! You are 25 minutes late! Care to explain yourself!?" Miss. Dix said.

"Sorry, I just ran into some trouble getting here," I said blankly.

"Detention, after class, Mr. Keene," she said.

"Wh- okay," I said, avoiding an unnecessary fight that would only lead to getting in more trouble anyway. I took my seat in the back of the classroom. One of my really good friends Sam was sitting next to me. She was wearing designer clothes, was an absolutely beautiful girl, who had blue eyes and wavy brown hair. She showed me a kind smile, but then her smile turned into a concerned look.

"Hey, what's wrong with your face?" She asked worriedly.

I put my hand over my cheek. "Oh, it's nothing," I said, looking into her trustworthy looking blue eyes.

"Oh hey Robby, I'm sorry we haven't talked in a while how you been?" she asked, flipping her ponytail behind her shoulder.

"Good, good," I paused. "How has your Dad's dealership been?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Oh it's been fine I guess," she paused. "Not a whole lot of people have been coming in since that cobra, but there's just enough people for the dealership to survive," she reassured, at the concerned look on my face.

"Well, that's good," I replied. "So, what did I mi-" I began.

"Miss. LaRusso! Mr. Keene! Talking in class! Both of you, detention!" The teacher screamed.

"Whatever I already have detention," I joked. She laughed.


After a long time at school I headed down to the classroom where detention was held. When I walked in Sam was already there.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi, how was sc-'' I began but got interrupted.

"You are both doing 30 minutes of detention," a mean looking guy said.


We sat there for 30 minutes doing nothing but work, until Sam's parents showed up.

"Samantha!" Her Dad yelled.

"I'm sorry Dad," she apologized.

"Me and your Mother are very disappointed about you getting in trouble," he said angrily.

"Dad I'm really sorry," she repeated, looking down at the ground looking very disappointed in herself. The mean looking teacher nodded at Mr. LaRusso and left the room.

"It's fine, as long as it doesn't happen again," Mr. LaRusso sighed. "Oh hey Robby!" He said catching a glimpse of me, he smiled but then he gave me a disappointing frown. "Robby you gotta stop getting in trouble," he sighed, metoning to my constant skill to get in trouble.

"I'm sorry Mr. LaRusso," I sighed. "I'm sorry that I'm always such a disappointment," I said sadly, shaking my head, and looking down at the ground.

"Robby you are no-" Mr. LaRusso started but stopped when he saw my Mom. Oh and she was clearly drunk. Anyone could see that. She was completely green.

I'm surprised she came to pick me up. I thought I was no son of hers. I thought to myself.

"Robby Keene!" She yelled. The LaRusso's turned around to face me. "You little brat," she said. "Wasting my time to pick you up, because you got in trouble again," she yelled.

"Mom I-." I began.

"No! It's always Mom I'm sorry! But you're just useless! You never do anything right Robby!" She yelled. That hit me like a pile of bricks. She had never told me I was useless in front of someone else. She had never ever done that before. Mr. LaRusso was being held back by Mrs. LaRusso and he looked angry, and by angry I mean he looked like he wanted to murder my Mom.

"Hey!" Sam yelled, running forward. "He's not useless!" She sobbed, standing in front of me.

Sam, I gaped. Are you really going to protect someone like me, someone who doesn't deserve to be protected? I thought, and it caused me to start to tear up.

"Who's this? Your girlfriend! You're not allowed to have a girlfriend!" She yelled. That's when I lost it.

"My girlfriend!? My girlfriend!? How about all your boyfriends!?" I screamed, stepping in front of Sam. "Are you the only one who's allowed to be happy in this broken family!" I yelled. Sam wasn't my girlfriend, and I didn't care at that point.

"Robby!" She screamed.

"No! It's always your, so useless Robby! Or do this Robby, or do that Robby! Or you never do anything right Robby! I'm sick and tired of this!" I yelled, fighting back tears. "The constant lying! Leaving me by myself!" I paused. "I just want to spend time with you! Is that too much to ask!" Tears now, streaming down my face.

She looked at her son who was finally showing his vulnerability, after years of keeping it all inside. She walked up to me, and pulled her hand through my hair. She lifted her hand, and slapped me across the face again, and then she stepped back again.

"I don't want to spend time with you because you're the reason why I'm always so sad," she spat.

"Woah! Hey!" Mr. LaRusso yelled. I swerved my head in his direction.

Shoot. I had forgotten they were there. I thought. I quickly dried my tears with the back of my hand. I looked behind me to see Sam. Sam had her hands over her mouth and was crying so much she had collapsed to the ground.

"Stop!" Sam's Dad yelled. My Mom raised her hand and swung. I closed my eyes but I didn't get hit. I opened my eyes. Mr. LaRusso was standing in front of me, with my Mom's arm in his hand. He was the karate all valley champion, and I was his student. I never hurt her because I couldn't bring myself to, and I couldn't block because then she'd beat me even harder. "Leave the kid alone!" He demanded.

"Fine," she said bitterly, snapping her arm out of his hand. Mr. LaRusso looked at me and gave me a smile. I could see he was crying, and I all of a sudden felt really bad for being the cause of these people's unhappiness. He then turned around and gave me a piece of paper. It had a phone number written in red, very messy handwriting.

"Call me if she does it again," he whispered.

"Than-" I began trying to thank him but my Mom interrupted me.

"Let's go Robby," she spat. I slowly walked over to her and took one last glance at Sam. She was still sobbing on the floor but managed to give me a forced smile to try to tell me that I was going to be okay. But it really wasn't working.

I mouthed "thank you," and walked quietly behind my Mom out of the classroom. I heard the LaRusso's walk out after us and they were whispering amongst each other. When we got to the car, I immediately apologized.

"We'll talk about it at home," she said, while not even looking at me.

Oh no, I thought to myself. I shivered in the car seat. My eyes went wide in horror but I quickly hid my fear, knowing that in this world fear only shows weakness, and if you're weak in this world you'll get punished. When I realized what was going to happen when I got home. We sat in silence for the entire car trip back to the apartment.

When we got back to our room, Mom slammed the door shut.

"You little brat!" She spat, pushing me at the wall so hard I fell down. "Get up!" She yelled, and I did what I was told. "Embarrassing me like that! Exposing me!" She yelled, pushing me at the wall again even harder. I got winded and was struggling to breathe. She kicked my stomach multiple times with her high heels. And then kicked my back. "Get up!" She yelled. I tried, but I couldn't. I could barely breathe let alone be able to stand up. "You're so useless," she sighed, kicking me loads more times. "You useless piece of trash!" She yelled again. "You're so worthless!" She yelled even louder this time kicking me in the stomach. "I wish you were never born! Just die already or something!" She yelled, kicking me in the chest 3 more times. I was crying by this point not because of pain but because of things she had said to me. She had beat me, and said these things tons of times. I have gotten used to the physical pain. But it's the things she says to me that never hurt any less. There's nothing more painful than the person you love hurting you on the inside.

Maybe she was right? I thought. No. She's completely right. The same thoughts swirling through my head.

"You're the worst son ever!" She spat, kicking me what seemed like 100 more times. "That should teach you a lesson, not to embarrass me like that ever again," she took her high heels off and I heard her mutter "ugh! Now there's blood on my heels!" Then she walked away and left me on the ground gasping for air.


I woke up on the carpet of our apartment. I hadn't really remembered what happened until I tried to sit up and my arms collapsed under my weight. I slowly stood up but was aching in all parts of my body. I looked at the carpet which now had a giant blood stain on it. My legs felt like spaghetti, and one of them felt like it had been shattered to pieces, and I couldn't put any pressure on it, or I would collapse. My arms were completely numb, my chest and back ached everywhere especially in one line right above my stomach, and my head hurt so bad, every step I took sounded like a jackhammer. I walked over to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"Yikes," I screamed, jumping back, at the person staring back in the mirror. My normal handsome complexion was no more. My normal dirty blonde hair was now almost red with my own blood. I had a cut lip, and one side of my entire face was covered in blood. I saw that my Metallica shirt was slowly turning red so I took it off to reveal a collection of bruises and cuts from the end of a high heel. There was one giant cut that spread all the way along my chest and even a little bit on my back. It was what was gushing the most blood, it was deep I could tell. I cursed under my breath and then bent over to take a look at my leg. "Oh my god," I said, taken aback by the damage. It looked like I had been stabbed and it sure as heck felt like it too. It was covered in blood and it was dripping all the way down my leg. I cursed again, and put a pair of jogging pants and thick sweatpants on top of the jogging pants a black T-shirt, and a blue hoodie over top. Praying that the blood wouldn't seep through.

I then walked into the kitchen to face my Mother.