Damaged Hearts

Prologue

"Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open." -John Barrymore

Trey and his mother in the multimedia
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Trey POV

"Don't talk to me like that, Claude!", my mother warned.

"Or what bitch?", my father boldly said.

I knew I shouldn't have listened to my mother when she said she wanted to get back together with him again. She told me and it seemed like he was so good to her and actually changed but I still didn't expect him to act like this though. I never had a close relationship with him and never will intend to after all he's done but he hasn't acted like this in years. What the hell is wrong with him? I immediately realized he must've gotten really drunk. Whenever he got like this, he acted way different. Hopefully, he comes back to his senses quickly because I'm about two seconds from knocking him out. I only remained calm in my mom's sake.

"Now give me my $5,000", he shouted.

"$5,000? Why don't your ass go use money from your job instead of being so damn money hungry? All of my money is from unemployment benefits, work and extra money from what Trey gives to ME! Maybe if you start paying more attention to him, and try to actually support him in his career more, he'll start doing the same for you!"

I heard a loud slap and a booming sound. I immediately ran out the living room and into the kitchen.

"O-oh my gosh", my father extended his hand out to my mother to try to pick her up.

I didn't even have a little sympathy for him. I knew he wasn't sorry. It was too late.

A rage came over me and I threw a punch straight to his face and slammed him against the wall, having his hot breath with the scent of whiskey. This making me even more angry, I continued throwing blows to his face, while he was trying to push me off.

I may have watched this happen years ago, but I won't watch it happen anymore. I actually believed my father, as well as my mother when he said he was going to change, but apparently, I was wrong.

It was just another twisted lie.

My mom got up from the floor.

"Trey, STOP! Tremaine, get off of him!"

I looked at her, her face red, yelling and tears streaming down her face. I noticed the big bruise on the side of her face this monster just gave her. I respected my mother and loved her with all my heart, but I most definitely wasn't going to stop or stand for him to hurt her anymore.

He punched me in my face while I was looking at her, causing my face to turn and my body to stumble back, but this didn't stop me.

"Claude, don't hit him! Both of you stop!", she cried out. She tried to pull us off of each other, but we were both stronger than her so it didn't work.

I didn't care if he was my father anymore, I fought him like a regular stranger. A father isn't someone who can't even support his son's career. A father isn't someone who would abuse their wife, right in front of his son. A father's someone who actually cares about his family. Eventually, after punching him in his face again, he got to the floor and seemed unconscious. I went on the floor and continued punching him.

"Don't ever fucking hurt my mother!", I said before punching him again. "What the fuck is wrong with you?", I yelled in between punches.

"Trey, stop! You're gonna seriously hurt him! Tremaine, you get the hell off of him!", she screamed while pulling me off of him. I was surprised she didn't acknowledge me cursing.

I don't even know why the fuck she cared about him still.

"Why the hell does it even matter? Do you see the side of your fu-damn face?! It's cause of his as-him!", I yelled.

"Tremaine Aldon Neverson first of all you lower your damn tone with me. I don't know who the hell you think you talking to but it damn sure isn't me. Cuss again and see what's gonna happen", she said sternly.

I got off of him and realized how defenseless he looked. But at this point, I didn't care. My mother was defenseless all of those times he hit her, but he didn't care. I was breathing so hard and my face was full of sweat.

I thought maybe I should calm down, only in the sake of my mother.

"Come on, mom. Go pack your stuff. We're getting out of here", I said while looking at her still.

She looked at me, then began to look down, and went in her bedroom. For once, she agreed.

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A/N: This is my first book, I hope you guys liked it.
(This story isn't true, just stuff I'm making up)
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I'll upload chapter 1 soon.
As the story progresses, it'll be WAY more interesting so sorry if this part was boring.

Do you think Trey should've left his father alone, like his mother told him to?