The Mafia's Little Prince

One

✦⋆✦ Leonhart, age 13 ✦⋆✦

I covered my mouth to quiet my breathing. Please don't find me! Please!

The sound of the floor creaking always sent my heart leaping to my throat. I moved as far back in the closet as I could. It was a dumb place to hide, but every now and then, when the Brysons are drunk enough, they don't find me.

Kevin and Mary Bryson say they are my mom and dad, but there is no way! Parents should love their kids. Right?

"WHERE ARE YOU!" That voice was right outside my bedroom door, making me jump in fear. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed to whoever might hear me.

Please! Don't let them find me! I can't take another beating!

"When I find your ass, it's as good as dead!" Mary could be heard slamming my door open to my room and stumbling into what I guess was the trap I left. I placed my shoes, bookbag, and sleeping bag in the way. It worked as I heard her hefty butt hit the floor with a yelp.

"You alright, Mary?" Kevin asked. I held my breath at this point.

"Little shit is-"

"HIC." My eyes go wide. Why did I hiccup? Why now! I always do that when I get scared. I'd die in a horror movie first at this point.

The closet door flung open. "AKK!" I yelped when Kevin took no time to grab my hair and dragged me out. Mary kicked at me as Kevin dragged me out of the room and down the hall. I held my cries back, as I refused to let them win. They enjoyed my cries way too much. Being tossed into the wall in the dining room, I grunt in pain as I quickly move back. Mary kicked my ribs making it hard not to cry out in pain.

"You made our food cold!" She hissed, kicking me again. I cried out in pain as she landed her foot down on my hand.

"Please! I'm sorry!" I pleaded as I couldn't get my hand out from under her boot. 

"How are you going to fix this, little brat?" Kevin spoke, lighting a cigarette and popping another beer. He was now sitting at the table. I looked at him, trying to answer, but Mary put more pressure on my hand, which had me bite my lip, and tug harder to free my hand.

"He asked you a question!" Mary grabbed me up by my shirt, finally getting off my fingers. She shoved me so hard, I hit the back of my head on the wall as I went down this time.

Why? Why do they always do this? It all started when I came home and found out the school called about sleeping in the first, second, and third-period classes. I mean, Mary and Kevin kept me awake till 4 am, doing laundry, dusting, and other things that could have waited, but they wanted to make my life hell for having food in my bookbag. I always keep the apples or things that go bad fast from school lunches. I never get lunch, but the other kids tend to give me their apples or something. Maybe it was due to me always taking the apples no one wanted out of the trash. I'd wash them well, but in the end, it was embarrassing to sloop that low just for food.

I made my way after forcing myself up to heat their plates. My ribs hurt now. Thanks, Mary...
My head wasn't feeling that well either after being pulled around and such by my hair.
I placed their food in front of them at the same time and was about to pull away but Kevin grabbed my arm and yanked my sleeve up. Before I could react, he already put his cigarette out on my arm.

I could have tried harder not to cry, but the pain was too much. Mary had added a second mark with her cigarette, but she chuckled as she did it slowly, while Kevin held my arm with that strong grip I hate. I sunk down trying to tug away, but Mary picked her cigarette up and leaned over the table, putting the hot end right at my left eye, but stopping before she touched it. I held my breath as tears kept running down.

Please! Make it stop! Make them just leave me alone!

"Say 'I love you mom'." She spoke with a smirk as the cigarette ash was fixing to drop on my eye. I grit my teeth. Love? Mom? There is no way I love her, nor see her as a mom. I- "SAY IT!" She yelled, making me flinch. 

This is only so the ash don't fall in my eye...."I..I love you mom." I spoke with much distaste. She smiled and moved her cigarette just in time, but put it out in the same spot she did the first one. Kevin let go and kicked me back.

"Get out. I can't eat with your ugly ass." Kevin hissed, picking up his beer. I took that as my chance. I never cared how much I hurt after they did things like this. I'd do anything to get away from them. 

Once in my room, I take the sleeping bag and go to my closet. Laying down, I sobbed into my hoodie, trying to muffle myself.

I hate them! I HATE THEM!

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Not only did school go by slowly, but the teachers kept trying to ask me questions about bringing lunch or buying it. They acted like I forced the kids to give me their apples or fruit they only ended up trashing anyway. It's embarrassing. I'm always called smelly, dirty, and poor. Plus, other things, but being called smelly, dirty, and poor by adult figures and other kids my age....

It hurts after a while.

Getting home, I stopped at the front door. I took a deep breath and looked up at the porch light that was covered in webs. 

Well...I'm sure the school called about needing to bring my own lunch or pay for it. That will get me kicked and smacked around for the next hour...I placed my hand on the knob but hesitated. 

I want to disappear. Why do I have to be scared to go home? My other classmates talk about how they do things like movies and games with their families. I've never done anything fun. Not even goodnights.

I gave in to the fear and pushed the door open. I stepped inside but froze. I had walked in with my head low but my shoe stepped in....in blood!

"M-Mary? Kevin?" I whispered. I didn't walk in any further as the entrance was like a blood bath. Blood was on the walls, the floors...EVERYWHERE. I stepped back out and covered my mouth.

"Oh god, I'm gonna-"
I puked over the steps and held my stomach that throbbed from the last beating.

After I puked, which wasn't much since I only had an apple today, I sat down with shaky hands. I pulled out the cracked cell phone. It had no minutes on it, but I used it a lot for games when I hid in my closet or set it for alarms to get up. I dialed 911 which was allowed.

"911, what's your emergency?" I tried to open my mouth but the image of the blood filled my head. "Hello? May I have the-"

"They're dead." I blurted out, a small smile filling my face, when I realized they weren't here to beat me for needing food at school. Or for not cooking their meals right. Or just for nothing at all! I'm free!

"Excuse me? Who is dead? What is your address?" The operator asked. I busted out laughing.

"I'm free," I whispered hanging up. I powered my phone off and shoved it in my pocket before running off to the bushes I hid my bike in. Well, not my bike....I stole it...yeah-yeah, not cool, I know. It just made it easier to get places...

Either way, I was out of here. I took off down the street probably looking like a madman, laughing with my head back. I was free!

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