Is this what family feels like...?

Chapter 5

The lights were turned on as Miya skated back, 'Should I sneak back in--' Miya's thought process was interrupted as the front door was flung open and a very angry Miya's mom walked out of the house
"Miya! How dare you?!" She shouted, veins popping out of her forehead.

Miya wanted to shout back, reply, say something but he all he could do was freeze in fear. All he could do was feel the cold waves of fear wash over him, he watched as his mom grabbed the back of his hoodie and dragged him back into the house.

His father stood inside by the doorframe, expression hidden, to a regular person he would seem fine but Miya knew by the veins popping in his dad's arm this was going to be a long night.

Next thing anyone in that godforsaken house knew, Miya was on the floor holding his reddening cheek.

Sorry, Miya repeated over and over like a broken record, but there was no real emotion in it.

Gone were the tears Miya would weep whenever this happened, replaced with numbness.

With that came another wave of pain as his dad kicked his body, probably breaking some of his ribs but Miya couldn't care less. He just took it like a broken doll.

His mother with a stoic expression stood behind his father.

If Miya were, to be honest, his mother just looking at him doing nothing to stop or help his father honestly hurt him more than it would if she beat him up as well.

Eventually, Miya's neighbors knocked on their door at the sounds, his father yelled at him to go to his room before they opened the door with fake smiles telling him there was nothing to worry about.

Miya watched from the top of the staircase how his parents' expressions changed so easily. He knew their neighbors knew too but never could do anything to stop it so they just donned fake worried expressions and for the sake of appearances asked about what was happening.

Oh how Miya hated this place, all the posh houses, the fake people but most of all his parents.

What crimes had he committed in his previous life to deserve such sorrow, God was cruel but God wasn't unfair: people often told him, but he would like to say otherwise, God was cruel and unfair, maybe he was unfair to others more than some but he still was unfair.

Miya wanted to go back to Joe's restaurant, or Cherry's house, or the abandoned mine where they raced, he wanted to hang out with his friends who were way older than them, he wanted to make friends at school and bunk like a normal kid, he didn't want this shitty life where his parents just cared for fame.

Miya fell back into his bed, getting into a fatal position as he hugged his knees, he didn't know when he started crying but he did. He cried- no- wailed but he knew no one was coming to save him so all he could do was wail like a small child.

Oh, God, you are cruel and unfair.

{AN: I AM UPDATING AFTER A WHOLE YEAR, HELP}