A Batter and a Pitcher.

Chapter 2

Wheatley was staring at the kitchen door, deciding what to do for E's 8th birthday. His Mother was still asleep. Poor E, He was called Satan by his own mother so many times, Wheatley was tired of it. The sound of an alarm clock blazed the whole house. E strolled into the room, rubbing his eyes.

''Wheats..? Why are you up so early?'' E asked his older sibling. Wheatley didn't want to lie to his younger brother.

''I was..getting ready for Baseball!'' He hesitated. He knew that was bad.

''Are you..lying to me?'' E tilted his head, his eyes narrowing.

''No, I'm getting ready for school. Sorry..'' Wheatley mumbled as he snacked on something. Both boys grabbed their bags, and walked out of the house.

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E sat in the classroom, inside for Recess. He didn't understand what he did wrong. Some of his other mean classmates were in the room as well, staring at the weak little boy that they loved to tease.

''Ey, Satan!'' One of them called out to E. E looked up from his writing, only to be grabbed by the shoulders, and dragged from his desk.

''N-No! Let go!''

''Look at him flail! He's such a goon!'' One of the boys joked. One of the older boys took E's glasses, and threw them to the floor. E cried out at him to stop, but his cries were muffled. The boy crushed them underneath his shoe. E's eyes filled with tears, He didn't like to see something so expensive broke.

E lashed out, his arm hitting a boy in the shoulder, and the boy stumbled back. E took one of the boys by the shoulders, and his knee made contact with the nose of the boy. He cried out in pain, and E dropped him. Blood was splattered on his pants leg. E knelt down by his broken glasses, and a rush of footsteps were heard.

Since Wheatley was picked up early, he scooped up E in his arms. The boys kept apologizing to Wheatley.

Wheatley shook his head, and walked off.

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After they got home, Wheatley had to keep E away from his Surprise. E was begging to see it, but had to stay in their room.

''Finishing Touches..'' Wheatley muttered. What he didn't notice was E trying to peek through the kitchen window. Wheatley was the best cook in the family. Now, at Age 10, He was already 5'9"!

A sudden high pitched scream came from outside, and Wheatley rushed outside. His brother wasn't in the room Wheatley had kept him in. Wheatley searched the entire house. He looked at where the car WOULD be, but it wasn't there. It had've to been Tina! Wheatley thought. He rushed outside, looking around. His younger brother was no where to be found, nor his mother.

A sudden cry of pain came out of no where. Wheatley spun on his heel to see what it was. Right behind him, it was his own Mother, Tina, beating Christopher to the ground. The flame around his eyes had grown dim. Wheatley snatched him from Tina, growling at her.

''He deserved to die!'' His mother hissed.

''He never deserved to be beaten or to give his life to YOU!'' Wheatley spat back. He carried his younger brother back to the house, remembering a memory he hoped he would NEVER tell in the future.