Pull The Trigger (Poofless fanfic)

Enough

Preston held his breath and closed his eyes waiting for impact. Jason dropped him off on the highway a few miles from his house but that's how close his dad ever wants outsiders. When Preston was younger his father and him were close but as he aged his father grew distant and eventually violent. 'Never allow an outsider in. The last time I did. I fell in love.' His father warned him over and over again. The blow cam to his stomach making him lean forward and choke on his breath he was holding.
The other men in the room laughed at his pain including his father and brother. His father was so close to his younger brother. It wasn't fair. The person beating him grabbed his head and brought it down on their knee. Preston bit his tongue trying not to scream. He fell to ground supporting himself with his arms. He didn't want to be looked down on. He could slit all their throats in one swift move. But he didn't. He couldn't.

"Hey! Get up Preston!" His father yelled not addressing him as his own. Preston's nails dug into the broken floor board that he used to stash a gun. When his father found it the first thing he did was shoot Preston in the arm.

"Go fuck yourself!" Preston yelled back angrily not wanting to act like the sweet innocent boy everyone thought he was. The boy everyone hoped he was. He was kicked him face when he looked up. His father knew when he's had enough but sometimes he would push the limits. Sometimes Preston had to show him he's had enough.
He grabbed the man's (who was beating him) leg and swiftly stood up making him fall to floor. Preston kicked the man's throat and watched him try to cough in air. Then with the leg he held in his hands ha began to twist. He turned the leg 360 degrees then bent it at his knee hearing a sickening pop and crack.

"Go to your room." His dad ordered and his brother was just mindlessly doodling in a sketch pad. Preston knows his brother will one day end up just like him. Right after his sex slave of a mother forces out a new child. She was always locked in a basement and only recently was allowed to roam the basement freely with our chains. After the age of thirteen Preston wasn't allowed to see him mother again. That's also when father stopped loving him. When his was fourteen he remembers sneaking into the basement to see his mother only to be attacked by her threatening to kill him and yelling at him that he wasn't her son. She said he was too old to be her sweet innocent little boy.
Disgusting old teenager she called him and threw the knife at him it did hit him. And left a scar. A scar that reminds him every day he is unloved. He slammed his door and locked it hearing his mother's cries from the basement under the broken floor boards. She was crying for her baby. Her baby that was coloring in a book and the baby she carried insider her. She was crying for her 'husband' and she was crying for Preston. The 'clean' Preston.
He fell asleep on the old mattress and under the thin literally useless blanket. He listened to his mother's cries like a sickening lullaby.
'No more crying.' His father told him after he was almost killed by his mother at fourteen. And so Preston only let tears out when he was with his friends in an act to just get out the pain.

"Mother." He sighed out in his half sleep half awake state. His eyes shot open when he got a reply.

"Yes?" She called through the floorboards.

"I love you."

"Who are you?" Preston felt a ting of pain in his chest and a ball swell up in his throat.

"Your son." He choked out.

"No. You are to old to be my son." She explained.

"But I am your son." He honestly had no idea why he was still trying.

"You are too dirty to be my son."

"You're a fucking sex slave you whore!" He yelled back in a fit of rage. His mother started crying again and calling for her 'clean' children and her 'husband'. He heard his father laugh with his friends and how they'd laugh when his little brother suggested playing a board game or ask why Preston is sad.
'You'll know soon enough.' Preston thought a reply every time he heard his brother ask. He eventually fell asleep even though he doesn't remember doing so all he remembers is one moment he's in his terrible home the. The next he find himself with Robert.