He ran. "Get back you peice of crap!" His father yelled. He sprinted but he was too slow. His father grabbed his arm smashing his body into the wall. "You don't deserve life you sack of s***!" He yelled punching his son. Repeatedly. "P-please!" Jeremy whimpered with the little bit of energy left. "You think I'm going to stop you big fat accident?" He laughed as he hit his son with a broken bottle of beer. "Now leave my sight you peice of nothing!" He yelled. The young adult managed to drag himself into his room but collapsed onto the floor. Why am I alive?
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Jeremike: The Storm's End.
Fanfiction( Sorry about my Jeremy X Reader it was bad ) Well have fun reading I guess. xD
