POV: NICHOLAS
Great, just great. I should have expected something of the sort to happen, but little ol' dumm me let myself get cornered and beaten to a pulp by some of the oh so amazing soccer team members. And what a surprise, they were none others than Hunter and his lackeys.
Now I'm walking, no scratch that, limping towards my house, with fresh bruises scattered across my entire body and face. Let's see, broken lip and some fingers from my right hand, multiple bruises everywhere, swollen left eye and probably one or two fractured ribs.
This had to be one of the cruelest beatings that I have received. It was clear that they didn't like my little in attitude, so they did me a "favor" to remind my place.
""FLASHBACK""
Hunter: - Come on just say that you are sorry, that you will never talk back to me again, and i will make it stop.
He chuckled, a sadistic grin present on his face. One of the bulkier guys was holding my body down, while another was grabbing my hands, restricting any movement. Tears ran down my battered cheeks, but my eyes, at least the one that was not swollen, held a defiant gaze, which of course made Hunter even more pissed.
That's when he raised his foot and with enough force, stepped on my hand, effectively breaking my fingers. A cry of pain escaped my lips as i thrashed around. I suppose they realized that they went too far, so they started walking away, leaving me bruised in the battered on the ground.
""FLASHBACK ENDS""
Arriving at the front door, i struggled a bit to unlock it, but luckily i managed. The minute i entered, however, i was hit with a strong smell of cooked food. What the? I thought. My confusion seized to exist after i heard two very "familiar" voices coming from the kitchen.
And sure enough, there they were. My oh so "beloved" parents. My presence, as usual, went unnoticed by them, that was until i coughed a little to gain their attention, which was a success.
They stopped talking and stared at me with cold, uncaring eyes, not even slightly fazed by my current condition. This is awkward, i mentally sigh. That's when my mother started talking.
Mother: - You should start preparing your suitcases. In a week we will be sending you to a summer camp for a month.
Me: - Excuse me?
What?! They are sending me away?! Why?!
Mother: - I said....
She didn't get to continue. Because i stopped her.
Me: - I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID!!!
That startled them, making their eyes grow wide with shock. It was the first time I had reacted like this with them. My mother was a little worried, while my father felt anger starting to build inside his chest.
Me: - You come back here, after a goddamn year, no calls, no messages, no nothing, and the moment you see me like this, instead of helping me, you tell me you decided to get rid of me by sending me, without my consent, to a camp that i know nothing about? Just how disgusting can you be?
My tone was calm, but held so much rage and venom, is that the made them visibly flinch. All the pain that I was feeling suddenly became a fuel for my rage. I was angry, no, I was enraged by the situation. HOW COULD THEY BE SO HEARTLESS?!?! My father snapped out of his trance and glared at me.
Father: - Watch your tongue boy, and your tone.
Me: - Or else what? You're gonna beat me? Well sorry to disappoint but others beat you to it!!
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Adventures beyond the void
FantasíaNicholas Blackwood, a fifteen year old boy always thought his life would be deprived of any form of happiness, condemned to be constantly neglected by his parents, bullied by his peers and uncared for by the world. One day his parents decide to sen...
