Chapter Eleven:
Rex knew only pain as his evil, evil father delivered his beating.
His father's fist flew everywhere as he lay, curled in a ball on the ground. His whole body already ached and tears were unwillingly falling down his face. This was so much worse then lsat nights. Rex wondered if his being sick had anything to do with it.
And, of course, Melissa was sitting right there next to him, overhearing everything, his pitiful crying, his father's punding and every sour thing that came from the man's mouth.
He wondered what she was thinking. No doubt she was angry. He just hoped she wouldn't do anything rash while under rage's all-controlling spell.
Rex spared a fearful look up at his father. His twisted, angry, drunk face was inches from Rex, his blood-shot eyes filled with pure hatred.
He hated Rex.
Suddenly, his father grabbed Rex's shoulders and sharply pulled him centimeters from his own face. "What's wrong?" he hissed meanly. "Why are you crying Rex?"
Rex stared back, embarrassed about his tears, but the pain was too much and his vocal chords were all tied up…
His father violently shook him by the shoulders while growling, "Quit crying Rex."
But he couldn't. Any other beating he would have been able to, but this one was too painful, too intense…
Suddenly his head collided with the baseboard of his bed. Stars danced before his eyes and pain shot out to all his nerves. His tears increased.
And then it happened again and again and Rex realized his father was doing this on purpose and it hurt so bad…
"Quit crying Rex, stop it."
Goodbye, Rex thought as he felt the pain turn to numbness and spread throughout his body. His vision blurred and turned black as he limply gave away the use of his muscles. The one thought he had before complete blackout was that of complete bliss…
There was no pain in the void.
