The Test of Friendship

The wonders within poverty

Alec's POV

I huddle under the table. In the center so I was hard to reach me. Tears streaming down my face. Blood trickling down my lip. I sob quietly as he was trying to find a way to grab me with out going under there him self. "Get your ass out here. You shit. If you want to see another day then get out here before I have to get under there and grab you my self." He yells. I am shaking. I could not feel my limbs. "I'm gonna count from ten." He growls. I regain control of my leg. "Ten." My hands begin to move. "Nine." My arms stop shaking. "Eight." I hunch over trying not to hit my head. "Seven." I take a step forward. "Six." Left. "Five." Right. "Four." So close. "Three." I grip the edge of the table. "Two." I slowly emerge. "One." He grins. I stand up and prepare to run. "Zero." He says mockingly. He tilts his head to the side. Raising his hand, I get a sharp smack on the side of my face. It stung like hell. He throws me against the wall. Running over just to pin me against it. He knees my stomach hard over and over. I cough blood. Blood now trickles from the side of my mouth. He raises his hand and slaps me again. He winces. I scowl. He is acting like he is in pain. He kicks my crotch. Let out a small yelp. Dropping me, he gives my few more kicks before letting me be. I curl up into fetal position. I let the pain eat away at me.
I awaken on the ground from were I was yesterday. I grimace as I stand up. "Awake I see. Cook me something. I'm hungry. Don't take long." He growls. Letting a small whimper escape, I nod and scamper to the stove. Father starves me. Yes that man is my father. What a horrible father he is. He does not know what hunger is.
I was kept from school today. Not like it made a difference. Beaten by bullies was better then being beaten by him. He was already strong. But the drunker he is the stronger. So his beatings leave you feeling like you got hit by a car. And you know how I know that? He hit me with his car once. Yeah. Try being me.
I whimper. Every step hurt. But I didn't want to be beaten again. So I run away from him. He chases me through the house. He sprained my ankle too. It went like this for 20 minutes. Then I collapsed out of fatigue. The endless beatings began. The kicks the punches. And you know why? Mother died giving birth to me. It hurts when you know you killed someone.