Chaper 1: Glass

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"Dad wait- " SMASH, a vodka bottle hits the wall and glass shards fly off and cut my legs as I sob in the corner.

"Didn't I tell you Harry never go in there, ya never listen now your gonna get what's comin to ya~" now wailing I try to quickly crawl out of his reach before he does IT again.

He always does it, because I have been a very bad boy since mommy died.

I caused it, I'm bad for killing her.

"IT IS ALL MY MY FAULT." I want to be a good boy again so I must do everything daddy tells me and never talk back or question his guidance.

"Where do ya think you going." Im shaken out of my thoughts as I'm pulled back by my ankles and dragged against the sharp glass.

"NOO- LET ME GO, PLEASE DADDY I'M SORRY."

I desperately beg pawing at his oversized hands holding me down trying to pull at any sympathy to break him from his drunk rage.

"SHUT UP, YOU FILTHY BASTARD SHE SHOULD HAVE JUST ABORTED YOU LIKE I TOLD HER!"

He kicks me further into the glass now cutting my exposed stomach. I deserve this I'm a bad boy for try to run away again.

"I should have known better, this is why I'm so worthless."
Now Wailing I lay there in fetal position and take it as he kicks me over and over in my back never relenting.

"Now get up and wash yourself up, next time I catch you in there you'll be sent away for good. Be grateful you even get to stay here after what you did," His gaze is ice cold no remorse fills his soul none for me at least.

He stares over me for a minute as if I'm the devil himself then leaves the room glaring at the mess.

I lie there sobbing curled up even after he left, waiting not wanting to anger him more.

I slowly get up on wobbly legs still bleeding from the thin cuts covering most of my left leg arm and abdomen.

"Hss~" I hiss in pain trying to wipe the blood off in hopes to stop dripping more onto the floor.

After double checking my wounds I drag my self to the bathroom just like every other time.

I hurry and remove my clothes knowing this is the only moments of peace I'll get before having to face him again.

I run the bath water and glance at my broken body in the mirror, purple spots from punches and scars of glass bottles.

"YOU ARE NOTHING, HE WILL NEVER LOVE YOU."

I shake my head trying to get the thoughts out my head, all I want to do is please him bur it seems like I'll never be enough.

I step into the tub and sink down trying to soak in the warm water calming the pain from my cuts.

I put my head on my knees and sit there for ten minutes making sure to wash my messy red hair.

He used to tell me my hair looks just like his if I take care of it I'll look more like him.

I step out the tub wrap my self with one of my fathers too big towels knowing I'll get in trouble when he finds out.

Not caring I take it anyway just wanting the comfort in his smell, I walk into the long empty hall and stop as I hear my father crying on the living room sofa.

I quickly fast walk to my room making sure to quietly close the door so he won't notice me.

I flop down on my bed and almost hiss in pain again forgetting I still had cuts from earlier.

I get off my bed and walk to my closet remembering when I used to hide in there the first few time he went on a drunk rampage, then getting dragged out each time.

Can't avoid something you deserve, wish I learned that lesson sooner.

I grab my yellow striped pajama pants and shirt and throw them on along with my Iron Man underwear.

I sigh knowing tommorow when the drunk fog clear I'll have to clean it all up ad the cycle will repeat.

He won't let the butlers or cleaning lady in the main house after Mommy's death thing they are plotting to steal money or even kill him, so now I'm left with the mess and his undying paranoia.

He'll see this time that I'm a good boy I tell myself repeatedly trying to cover the dark thoughts.

I lay down on my bed waiting and listening to see if he finally fell asleep so I can rest.

Don't want to be punched out my sleep again, I shiver at the mere memory of him punching me awake yelling about a missing file and work at Os-corp.

Tommorow is school I remember as I'm almost drifting off knowing that none of the teacher will ask about the scars or bruises due to my dad's rank and none of the kids will try to speak to me due to my grim look.

"YOU ARE A FREAK NO WONDER YOU DON'T HAVE FRIENDS."

I shake the horrible thoughts from my head and try to drift to sleep knowing nothing good is waiting for me tommorow.

"Wake up brat and come clean this glass up-"

I am woken up immediately after hear him yelling having learning that having him repeat himself won't end up well for me.

I look around clearing my head from sleep I look over to the window and notice the sun is already up signalling it is the early hours of another day.

I scramble out of my bed and rush to his office where the glass still remained and got the broom and dustpan out the store room next to the glass wine shelf.

I carefully sweep it up and dump it in the garbage can along with the other pieces if broken glass from yesterday.

After dumping it I head back to my room to get ready for the day. After Putting on a long sleeved black shirt to cover my cuts from yesterday and dark jeans, I make my way to the dining room knowing my dad is already waiting there before heading off to work.

"Eat your food then head to school and remember don't embarrass the Osborn name, -well more than you already have at least."

He doesn't even look up from the newspaper he's reading.

I silently grab the plate and eat the chefs delicious cooking though it just tastes plain on my tongue.

I finish and put the dish in the sink and leave to the elevator not looking back at him knowing he won't be wishing me farewell.

I get in the limo outside with the driver side blacked put as usual no use trying to talk to him.

I sit in the back the near a window while I stare blankly at all the people living normal lives and kids walking with friends. The void starts swallow my mind and Im filled with shallow emptiness.

I wait until traffic moves so we can start moving, wishing someone would randomly try and talk to me or hopefully notice m-

Shaking my head I break myself thoughts away and remember to be a good boy as the limo starts moving through the busy streets of New York.

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