Fourtris fanfiction - Our story

chapter 2 'Who is that monster?'

Toby [eight years old]

During the last weeks I have been bored. I have done nothing outside of house. I haven't attend to school anymore. I just don't understand why. Dad is beating me every night before getting sleep. I have not seen my best friend Bea for so long time. I miss her. Her beautiful laugh and smile. Now when I am eight I am able to 'bully' her, because she is just six year old. Na na na na nan naa, Bea is just six and I am eight! Well I really don't want to bully her, she would be so mad for me.

Mom have not came back to home, although she left two weeks ago. Where have she gone... I have not seen her ages. Daddy has been so angry for me... like all of this shit would some kind be my fault. I wish that he could understand that I am just little kid, I can't be beaten up at every nights. I have not done anything for him to be mad about. I could get some water and snack from kitchen when daddy is watching telly, but I don't... I could even visit Beatrice secretly but I don't go, because dad would be so angry for me. This life is so unfair. 

I wish that my name would be Four. Then no one would not bully me. Then no one would not know whose child I am. I am worried that Bea does always protect me at school. SHE IS SO MUCH SMALLER than me for god's sake. I should be protecting her, not at the other way. She is a girl!!

At our school bullies do call us by name stiff. They do think that it is funny way to call people. 

I have already got familiar with my father's violence but I am worried because of Beatrice. She is too alfraid of him that she does not come over my house anymore after school. Dad was so stupid when he said that Bea can't came over here anymore...

Week ago those bad things ruined this perfect life illusion that dad was built up. Something that any of the eight year old should not never face with. My feeling of safety was broken down. That is the badder thing when the monster is your own dad.

My mother was brutally murdered and dad was just laughing. He told about the thing with the smiley face. HE IS NOT MY FATHER ANYMORE, FOR ME HE IS JUST THE MONSTER WITH WHO I NEED TO LIVE! He said that mom was at work trip at the another state. But she was murdered at the hotel room in this city. So my own dad lied for me!!

Let me tell what happened at this same night. My father hit me... He just came to my room and hit my face. I may be just eight year old but I know when something is badly wrong. And those things should never happen at the family with kids.