Staying Human

Chapter 1: Nightmares

Chapter 1: Nightmares 

 "You better wash your hands, your father will be home any minute and then we'll eat." Scott held his hands up to his face and examined them, they didn't look dirty to him but he knew if he didn't his father would be pissed. He nodded to her and turned to walk down the hallway to the bathroom. He heard the front door slam open and heard his father stumble in, great he was already drunk. Usually he didn't start until dinner. 

"Hello dear, why don't you have a seat I made your favorite." His mother said hesitantly, but cheerfully. 

"Shut up bitch! Don't you tell me what to do!" Scott flinched when he heard a loud smack and the sound of someone hitting the floor. He heard his mother whimper slightly and then heard his father's footsteps going up the stairs. Scott glared at his reflection in the mirror before turning off the water and drying his hands; ideas of hurting his father already forming in his mind. He hated him for the way the bastard treated he and his mother, but he wouldn't do anything to make his father mad. He walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen just as his mother was wiping blood from her lip. "Why do you let him treat you that way." He grumbled as he made his way to the table. 

"Don't Scott. And don't you dare start a fight with him either do you understand me?" His mother gave him a death glare and Scott knew she meant business. 

"Fine." He mumbled just as his father made his way back down the stairs. 

"Get me a drink boy!" His father's booming voice made him jump slightly. He nodded and quickly went to the liquor cabinet for some whiskey. He rolled his eyes as he poured his father a glass and then turned back around to face the monster. 

"Well watcha waitin' for? Bring it over here!" As Scott walked slowly back to the table he thought about what it would be like to punch his father, he was twenty now, an adult and he wondered if he could take him. He should leave and be on his own but he was too afraid to leave his mother with the dick sitting in front of him. He put the glass down on the table in front of his father and turned to walk back to his seat when his dad suddenly grabbed his arm tightly. 

"You got an attitude problem you know that?" He growled and Scott yanked his arm away from him accidentally knocking the glass of whiskey off the table. His eyes widened at the shattered glass and liquid all over the floor and then took a few steps away from his angry father. "You stupid little shit...you're no good for anything! You break everything you touch!" His father's booming voice echoed through the kitchen as he stood up kicking his chair back. 

"I-I'm sorry...I didn't..." He couldn't finish his apology before the back of his father's hand made contact with his cheek sending Scott flying back landing hard; his hand going into a big piece of glass. "It's ok honey, just have a seat I'll get you another drink." Scott layed there on the floor holding his cheek and looked up with disgust as his mother tried to sweet talk the bastard. 

"How many times do I have to say it! Don't FUCKING tell me what to do!" His father yelled and grabbed his mother by the hair ripping her head back. His mother screamed as he threw her forehead down onto the table and then whipped her back up and threw her to the floor. Scott saw blood flowing from a cut on her forehead and saw his father going back to hurt her more. He made eye contact with his mother and she glared at him. 

"Why do you always provoke him!" She yelled and a moment later he saw his father smack her across the face. Scott watched the scene go down in shock trying to decide what to do. He hated that man, he wasn't his father he was a monster that should be put down. He glanced up to see one of his father's hunting knives on the counter and he jumped up and grabbed it staring at the blade, his mother's screams getting more and more faint as he completely zoned out. The next thing he knew he was on top of his father pulling out the blade and watching the blood soak his father's shirt. Scott stared at the blood dripping from the knife in awe, it was so red and thick; almost mesmerizing. "What the hell did you do?!" His mother shrieked behind him and snapped him out of his trance. "Y-you killed him! Oh my god YOU KILLED HIM!" Scott stood up and looked down at his blood covered hands in horror suddenly realizing what he had done.