Los Santos Mega Pizzaplex (+18)

Prologue (+18)

Normal: Time to bring me my money.

Thinking: I wonder how much this will make me?

Angry: Do you realize how fucking expensive that was?!

"Flashback: I'll make you proud mama."

Philip pov:

Sometime, I always think about how far I've gone to get to where I am. Heh, I can still remember the day where it all began, I was only 10 at the time I started to come to my senses. My mama, always keeping the house as clean as she could, helping me get though life. As every mother should... my old man...let's just say he wasn't like most fathers. And not in a good way, let's take a trip down memory lane shall we?

Detroit - 2005 - King's household

I was currently walking home from school, I couldn't ride the bus cause there's none that comes close to my home. My mama doesn't have car sadly and is a housewife, my dad... doesn't really give time to care about me. Only time he acknowledges my existence is when he wants something or I'm in trouble. Doesn't help that I was always bruised at the end of the school day, being ganged up on by kids bigger then you isn't fun. Every time I come home he always assumes that I got into a fight and hits me for it. It was fucking hell living with that piece of fucking shit! *sighs* But, the only thing keeping my head up was my mama. She always healed my wounds, spent time with me, help me with homework. She was the greatest mother I could ever have. As long as she's ok, I'll keep going. No matter what, soon enough I reached the hell I call home. It was a descant house, 2 bedroom, 2 bathrooms, kitchen, living room etc. It was in a somewhat isolated location so we don't have any neighbors. The old man pays for everything, but barley spend any on us, just his greedy old self. So, as soon as I open the door...

*SMACK*

I hit the floor hard as I hold my left cheek in pain, looking up was the old man himself. In his business' suit and pissed as usual.

Jason: Your late again you little shit! And you got into another fucking fight?!

Philip: *holding back tears* I-I didn't fight anyone, I was getting bullied agai-

Jason: *kicks me in the stomach* LIAR!

I hold my stomach as I try not to puke up my lunch again, he walked away after spitting on my face in disgust. He sat on the couch and turned on the TV and taking a sip from his beer.

Jason: Pick yourself up and get the fuck out of my site.

Slowly I did as he told without giving a response, going upstairs and into my room. It was plain, no toys, posters, books, electronics. Just a bed with lights, I couldn't fully complain since Mama was the reason I was able to have lights and a bed. Without her, it probably would've been dark and cold. I sat on the bed and begin to do my homework, soon I started to cry. This pain, this hell, it was too much for me, I couldn't take it...

???: Sweetie?

Looking up I saw the only person I cold rely on, my mama. Wearing her casual clothing, she was a beautiful woman. Many other moms from school are always jealous of her looks and some fathers say the old man was a lucky guy. She saw my tears and entered my room, closing the door behind her and sitting next to me on my bed. She hugs me and instantly I hugged back, crying into her shoulder as she comforts me. This happens almost every day, I feel her tears drip onto my back. I know that she's crying too, she can't do anything cause of the power Jason has over her. Soon I pull back and we both stare at each other, tears dripping down our faces.