Mama's Boy

Hellhole

*Riley POV*

My brother walks into the room with a smug look on his face that I would happily wipe off of given the chance.. The Doctor hands him some type of form that I can't see.

"What is that?" I ask wanting to know what's going on. The nurse bends down a little to match my eyeline.

"That's boring grown up stuff, your much to little to understand okay" She says to me pinching my cheek and smiling. I smack her hand off me and she looks shocked.

"Get your fuckin hands off me, I asked a question and I want an answer. I'm 18, I'm a fuckin adult" I snap back at her with an angry glare. I turn round and my brother is done with the form.

"Now now, he deserves to know... Looks like your gonna be completely under my care for the next week little bro. What fun we will have" He says making direct eye contact with me and smirking again. I swear to God this bitch is up to something but before I can speak he has grabbed my hand and is practically pulling me out the Classification centre.

I start to scream "N-NO PLEASE! DON'T L-LET ME GO W-WITH HIM! PLEASEEEEE" But my screams are ignored as he basically drags me into his car. I pull at the car door after he slams it but it doesn't open from the inside, that bastard. My throat feels raspy and my eyes start to tear up as he starts the car and I watch the Classification building fade out of view.

We finally reach his house and he opens the car door, picking me up and taking me inside.

"Just fuck off Russo, whatever your twisted mind is thinking of doing to me I don't need right now so just let. Me go home" I say as soon as he sets me down.

"And what would the itty bitty baby be able to do all by himself. Don't you understand that your fuckin useless and you need someone to rely on now" Russo snaps back which makes me just look at him... 'Maybe he is right, how am I meant to look after myself' I think but Russo snaps me back to reality when he speaks again. "I always knew you were going to be a waste of space and this just proves it. A family of Dom's and your a fuckin baby, just go to your room I don't want to look at you.. You make me sick" He spits at my feet and I just turn round and sprint up the stairs.

My eyes are welling up with tears as I reach a door, I slam it closed and slide down till my ass touches the ground. My head tucking into my knees as I sit to clear my head.

'Maybe I am just a dumb little, but what if they got it wrong... How could they get it wrong dumbass your sitting on the floor crying' Thoughts swirl round until I fall asleep on the floor.

I wake up at 5.20am to a warm feeling around my crotch. 'No no nooo' I think to myself as I sit up and see the puddle of piss I had left... Tears start to prick up as I look in the wardrobe for extra clothes only to see it empty as all my clothes were at my apartment.

I go into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and take off my clothes. I try to wash them in the bath as I know Russo would just laugh at me. The clothes still have a soft scent of piss but it will have to do as I put the wet clothes on the end of the bed to dry.

I hope that whoever I'm assigned too isn't as much as an asshat as Russo is.
It gets to 11am and the clothes are mostly dry so I put them back on. You can barely smell the piss anymore, I open the door and walk down stairs cautiously to see of Russo was out or not. The kitchen is empty when I get there, not that it was a very luxurious kitchen... Everything in his house was wooden and slightly broken. The whole house was run down and horrible!

I open the fridge and there is barely any food in there. I put some toast on the side in the toaster and wait for it to pop back up, as im waiting Russo walks in "Awh are you making breakfast all by yourself" Russo mocks making me pissed off. I don't retaliate anyway I just pick up the toast. I drop the second slice as my hand makes contact with the hot metal from the toaster. "Does the wittle baby have a boo boo" Russo chuckles again cruelly as I tear up again 'stop crying you emotional bitch' I say to myself as I pick up the toast with my other hand.