Ok, I'd like to apologize for such a long wait! Thank you all for your reviews, they mean a lot to me. I honestly just haven't had the urge to write recently, but then I decided that it's been too long since I've updated this story. Again, I'm sorry for such a long wait. This will probably be a short chapter, but I hope it can hold you guys and gals over for just a little bit longer until the next chapter. Enjoy!
Shit! Pee'll be home at any minoota and I don't know how much longer I can run! A million things were rushing through Billyboy's head as he dashed home. Why was it such a big deal for him to get home before his Pee? Simple: to avoid another beating. Granted, he would still be beaten even if he did get home on time. Hell, he'd still get a couple of bruises even he did nothing wrong. It was just the type of life he was born into.
Finally, he reached his house. Knowing his Pee would see if he went through the front door, Billyboy jumped over the fence and into the backyard. Thank Bog, he thought to himself, as he walked through the back door. The first thing to greet him: the pitiful sight of his mother, passed out on the couch. He let out a small sigh before waling over to the couch.
"Em? Are you sober? If you are, you don't have to pretend you're not. Pee's not home yet."
Of course there was no response. The woman was rarely sober around her son. She was the type of person who'd drink their problems away. And what a shame. She had potential. Well, until she married Billyboy's father. After that, she was abused and raped on a daily basis. And then she got pregnant with Billyboy. After he was born, she began to drink just so she couldn't feel the pain of, well, everything. An undesired child, an abusive husband, and just a sad life ahead of her.
At that moment, Billyboy's father walked through the front door. Billyboy froze as he saw his father. "Here. Now," his father commanded. Without hesitation, Billyboy silently walked over to his father, getting on his knees the way he usually did. Right then, he was slapped across the face. And the beating only got worse as time progressed...
Appy polly loggies for cutting it off so quickly, but I didn't want to go into disgusting detail, writing child abuse word-for-word. Besides, it gives all of you a chance to use your imagination. Just don't go too far with that, he doesn't die (considering that this IS a prequel), nor is he hospitalized. This was indeed a rushed chapter, but I wanted to get this one out as fast possible. Until next time, this is weewuns saying bye!~