My cure

Prologue part two

Zack's pov..

I hear the young girl yell at me for pushing her off the swing set. "Your a big meany! Your a jerk and I hope you get belted!" I hate being belted. She must know that because she smiles and leaves with a flip of her hair.

I hate this dreary town, and everyone here either hates me or my father. I slowly kick back and fourth on the swing till one of the instructors comes to get me

"Zack your mom is here to pick you up." The teacher tells me with my book bag in her arms. I shrug and take the thing from her, dragging it on the ground.

"Hello mum" I say as she takes my bag from me. We begin walking out to the car my mums friend nicely gave us. I like him, he always has new books for me when ever he shows up.

"Hello sweet heart. How was another day in second grade" She asks smiling. My mum is always smiling, but it never meets her eyes. Dad must be fucking up again.

"It was okay mum. Where is Dad? Wasn't he supposed to be picking me up today?" I ask and she avoids my gaze as we get into the car and pull away from the worst school in town. A girl got shot here just last week, and Mum tells me that next year, I won't have to come here.

"I think he's at home making food, that's why I came and got you." I look at her and she smiles at me and looks back to the road.  Lies. That is all my parents ever do to me anymore.

"Is he drunk again?" I ask and she stiffens. "Mum?" She looks at me and shakes her no and then looks back to the road. I bet that my father is, just from her expression.

We walk in the house and I hear my fathers annoying laugh. I sigh and walk right past the both of them. She stands there looking at him with disappointment he comes and hugs her. She takes the bottle from him and places it on the table so it won't spill. He hugs me and I gag. I hate the smell of vodka. He looks at me and says "You feeling okay champ?" I nod my head and he messes up my hair.

I look at him with a irritated look. You don't get to stay home drunk and play with my hair. I walk into the kitchen to look for the food I was promised when I hear them scream and yell at each other again. I hate when they do this. When I don't find any food I just walk up stairs. I go to my room and turn the tv on in there. Its only five pm but I'm so tired. I am always tired. The loud television hurts my ears but at least I can't hear them. I roll over and fall asleep to the sound of Homer Simpson chocking Bart.

4 hours later

I wake up to a sting in my arm. "Ow! You bloody wanker! What are you doing?!" I yell at my father who has just belted me in the arm. I hope that girl is happy because she got her wish. "Get out of here! You ain't no high mighty asshole here" he slurs. I sigh and get up and walk out of the room. He just wants my bed so I will go sleep with mum.

When I walk into her room she's crying. "Mum? Did he hurt you?" I ask her and looks at me says no. She reaches for me and I let her cuddle her only child. It is always like this, and I don't understand why she doesn't just leave him. "Mum, why don't we go live with Christen again? It worked last time dad was making a fool of himself." I say, even though I know she wont take it. Only reason it worked last time is cause my dad was at a point even deeper than rock  bottom.

"We can't leave your father again baby, I know it sucks but just give him time. He loves us so much." She lies, once again. He doesn't love us, if he did he wouldn't spend every second looking for a man who died along side my Grammy at the bottom of a bottle.

"Stop lying Mum, it doesn't look kgood on you." I say before falling back asleep beside her.

1 hour later

I wake up feeling hot. It's bright in here for no lights. When I see the light source I freeze in my place. That's a bloody fire. "MUM WAKE UP! THERES A FIRE MUM PLEASE WAKE UP!" I shake her but she doesn't wake up. Why is she so wet? I look at her nightgown. It's covered in a red liquid. Blood. A lot of it too. "Mum? Mum please wake up!" She doesn't. Her neck must hurt with that with that gash.

I walk out and call for my dad. "Dad! There is a fire and Mum is hurt! Do something for once in your life and help!" I scream as I run into my room to find him holding a bottle. He is lying on my bed, bloody just like mum. I run out of the house with his phone after trying to wake him. This can't be happening. They can't be dead. I call my dads friend.

"Hello? Josh it's four in the morning why are calling?" An annoyed voice asks through the phone. "It's me, Zack. Mummy and daddy are hurt and there is a fire! They won't wake up!! Please Christen! Help me!" I exclaim, tears finally falling from my cheeks. "Okay, stay outside I am on my way." He says and hangs up.

I walk over to the curb and sit on it, my head in my hands. My father taught me this trick. I look over to see a little black Kitten, its leg bleeding. "Where is your mum?" I ask the tiny feline but it just meows and looks around. "I think I lost mine too," I say and pick up the cat. It purrs and we wait for Christen together.

I see his headlights seven minutes after I call him and I run to meet him, the cat still in my arms. "Get in the car and stay. I'll go check in them. We're going to my house tonight and most of your things are still there. Do you understand Zack?" He asks me and I want to go in but I don't want to see them hurt.

"Okay but please get mum up." I say as I get in the back seat. "You can try to get me dad awake but I only need mum to be." He looks at me and shuffles my hair then gets out locking the doors behind him. I want to know what happens in there. I watch the house carefully. The fire has grown tremendously and I see firetrucks pull up to the house.

I see Christen walk out of the house a few minutes later but nobody's with him. Oh god. They're gone... The last thing I called my mom was a liar.. I start crying even harder and the small kitten rubs up against my shirt. I look down and check its gender to see its a girl. "Your name is going to be Rose... Just like Mums."

The house erupts in flames and he looks behind him then to me. This is horrible. I look at him and he walks to the car and unlocks the doors. Once he is in he turns to look at me. "She wouldn't wake up. I'm sorry." I burst into tears and he climbs over the seat to hug me. "Mum. What am I going to do now." I ask in a panicked voice. He looks at me and says "Your mother asked me to look after you if anything ever happens. Is that okay Zack." I look at him. "The last thing I called her was a liar.. I didn't even say I love you.." He holds me and my new cat Rose in his arms. I am officaly an orphan.

The bloody police men were questioning us all night. I couldn't answer any questions, but they said they found broken windows after the fire was put out. Someone murdered my family.. I will show them how it feels. I will bring my mother justice.

Christen didn't have a family. He has me now, but before it was just him. Me and me mum used to live with him but mum and dad got back together. Most of my things are at his house and he didn't have much, so we packed and he decided we need to move to America. I have been to America and it was boring. England is my home and as much as I want to stay, I can't. The guy that killed my parents, he kept me alive for a reason... I may be his next target. I will fight him soon, but for now, I need to grow up.

Authors note;
Hey guys :) Well It's time we start this story. I have had questions on why the characters have such fucked up pasts. Well I'm sorry to say but I can't spoil it! You guys will love it though! Oh, and I finally moved my story to Wattpad! No more sending people each chapter though emails haha!

THIS STORY IS BEING REWRITTEN!