Flashback.
9 year old Nick was upstairs in his bedroom. His dad had just gotten back from the pub and he was drunk.
"Where the hell's my dinner? I want it" Nick then heard the sound of something smash on the ground.
Nick's mom was scared for her life "it's uh in the microwave Peter you just need to warm it up"
"I don't want to, I want Nick too do it, it's about time he did something." he than thought for a moment "Nick get down here now."
Nick gulped and got out of his bed. He knew his dad would just come up to his room anyway, and if he did that the beating would be a lot worse.
Nick came down the stairs shaking. "Yes dad?" He asked
"Get in the kitchen and make yourself useful for once. Warm my dinner up"
"Uh yes dad" and he went into the kitchen.
After he had warmed the dinner up in the microwave. He took it in to the living room where his dad was sitting. His paws were shaking along with his legs. Peter saw this and chuckled. "What are you shaking for huh? Your not scared of your own dad are you?" He taunted. Making Nick shake even more.
Nick shook his head and moved closer to his dad, trying his best not to drop the plate on the floor. Just as he nearly reached his dad, he tripped over and Peter's dinner went all over him.
Nick froze in place as Peter came up to him growling. He grabbed Nick and hit him. He then began to choke him.
"You stupid bastard, can't you do anything right? You worthless little idiot."
Nick began to cry. "I'm, I'm sorry dad. I didn't mean to, it was an accident."
"Yeah? Well you know what else was an accident? You were!"
Nick's mom then grabbed Nick to protect him from peter's rage. "Nick darling go upstairs ok?"
Nick sniffed and nodded. He quickly ran upstairs and hid under his covers.
"Oh sure defend him, make him more of a spoilt brat."
"he is not a spoilt brat, but you are"
Then the sound of a smack could be heard "I hate you and him, he is not my son, he is nothing to me" Then the sound of the door opening and shutting was heard.
It was like this everyday at the Wilde house. Nick and his mom lived in fear. But what could they do? They were both too scared to go the police about him.
Nick went downstairs to his mom a bruise on her face. "Mom are you ok?" He asked.
"Yeah sweetie, I'm fine don't worry about me. Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm ok, why does dad hate me?" Nick asked
Hi mom sighed "I don't know. But I do know this you are wonderful Nick, don't listen to a word he says."
"It is very hard mom"
"I know sweetie, but you have to remember this. I love you with all my heart"
"I love you with all my heart too"
They both shared a hug.