Misty Way - June 14th - 1983.
The sun was setting outside and it shone through the cracks of the blinds. Elijah was sat in his bedroom at his desk, he had his school books open but didn't move an inch to close them or even write anything in them.
His body relaxed slightly and he sank into his chair, leaning backwards and taking the two front legs of the chair with him. He managed to carefully swing back onto the back hind legs of the chair, gripping a worn and torn up baseball in his right hand, he throws the ball at the wall beside the window and it bounces off with a heavy thud.
He catches it and as soon as he does, the door to his bedroom bursts open, rattling and vibrating off of the wall which almost causes him to fall right off his chair. He gripped the ball tightly and slammed the chair back onto its full four legs, he warily looked up at his Dad who was now peering down at him with rage flooding through his eyes, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose.
Mr Harris sees the bruise blooming around his eye, slightly turning purple and he grabs Elijah by the arm and yanks him off of his chair, making him drop his baseball in the process. He shoves him into the passenger seat of his own car and drives, speeding off onto one of the mostly empty roads in the town.
Elijah turns his head to look out of the window but all he sees are fields upon fields, he lets out a silent grumble and sinks back into his seat. He flexes his fingers and his mind wanders. He kept thinking that his Dad was taking him all the way out to nowhere to murder him, he honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was, considering how violent and volatile he was towards him. He swallowed a bit of bile that crept up his throat and glanced at his Father out of the corner of his eye, his Dad was still focussed on the road, the rage in his eyes not lifting even for a moment.
He stopped the car and stomped over to the passenger seat, slamming the door open and holding it open for Elijah to get out. He slowly clambered out of the car and stood beside it. The car was parked at the side of a wooded area and Elijah could already tell what his Dad was planning to do to him, he would've dragged him into the middle of the woods and beat the shit out of him, maybe even leaving him for dead.
He was right for the most part.
His Dad kicked him and punched him all over his body, leaving his face. Mr Harris only hurt his son in non visible places because he knew that if he'd punched him in the face then people would talk, so he did it anywhere else.
"You know how important my job is, so when you get sent home from school for getting into a fucking fight, I'M the one who needs to deal with it. If you get into a fight at school again, you better start digging your own grave." He spat at him and walked back to Elijah's car, revving off.
Elijah's vision was blurry and he was clutching at his side, he rolled over into the grass and the leaves that were on the ground. He groaned and shoved his face into them, quietly sobbing. There's two things that Elijah would never do in front of his Father and that was crying and talking back to him, because he knew damn well that if he did either of those things then the situation would be even worse for him.
