Locust Lane

Prologue

Amir {the past, age 12}

After an exhausting night of putting in work, Amir entered his father's home. It was a place he once called home, but it hadn't felt like that since before his mother up and disappeared.

He limped his way up the stairs and into his room. His body hit his bed and he instantly passed out. The day had been long and tedious, and he felt the full affect of it.

{Later that night}

Amir's eyes shot open when he felt weight suddenly drop on his body. His eyes came in contact with the nude body of his step mother. As unusual as it was, Amir was used to her taking advantage of him. All he would do is simply lay there, because he knew if he resisted she would beat him. Although he was twelve, he probably had enough strength to beat her in a clean, even fight, but she liked to use weapons. There were so many scars and bruises on his body that nobody ever knew about. Nobody ever confronted him about them; they never cared enough to notice a change in him.

The back of her hand grazed his face then she gripped his neck as tight as she could. Her manicured nails pressed against his neck so firmly that he was beginning to have trouble breathing.

"Don't just lay there little bitch. I want to hear that sexy voice of yours."

His lips seperated, but no sound came out his mouth. She kept her hand wrapped around his neck until she felt like he was about to pass out. She barely let him get any air though, because her lips smashed against his.

For the next five minutes, his step mother continued thrusting herself upon him. It wasn't until she heard a loud knock on the door that she froze up. The door swung open and there stood her husband, Amir's father, with disgust and anguish written all over his face.

"Oh my God. I'm so glad you're here Adam." She got up and ran over to him, letting Grammy award worthy tears come out her eyes. "Your son said if I didn't have sex with him he would kill me. Look, he even had a knife."

She pointed beside his barely conscious son so Adam could see the knife that, in reality, she brought with her just in case Amir tried to deny her.

Adam pushed her away from him. For a milisecond she thought her lie backfired on her, but Adam attacked his son instead. He grabbed his son by his long, sandy brown curls then pulled him off the bed. As soon as Amir hit the ground, Adam's shoe smashed against his face. He then got down on the ground and started pounding Amir and screaming at him outrageously.

"YOU STUPID LITTLE BASTARD! SO YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK MY WIFE?! THINK AGAIN BITCH."

He grabbed the knife off the bed, ready to end his son's life. It was at that point that Tasha realized that it had gone too far.

"ADAM NO!"

She tried her best to try and get the knife from Adam. By her trying to get the knife, the knife only cut him for a second. It didn't get the chance to go as deep as Adam wanted it to. Because of that, he stood up and threw the knife at Tasha.

"Adam please calm down! I'm okay now and I think he learned his lesson."

"Nah I won't stop until this bastard is dead."

He turned around, ready to attack his son again, but then he saw how still his son was laying. He dropped to his knees and checked his pulse before switching over to panic mode. He picked up Amir's limp body and tossed him on his bed.

"Clean this shit up. After that pretend like this shit never happened."

He didn't wait for her response; he wrapped his son up in his bed sheets then picked him up. He took him out to his car and stuffed his body in the trunk before getting in and leaving the house.