Already, Familiar Hell

Relief washed all over him

as he could hear those demonic footsteps zoning out.

A victorious grin tugged at his chapped lips

Alec Simmons had done it!

He had stood up and defended himself

from the twisted man he called father.

Tears overtook him, as he, himself

couldn't believe it.

But all those feelings

rapidly fade away

as a loud noise

is heard coming

from his door.

And there he was,

in all his twisted glory.

The bald man that made his life

a living hell.

His make-up,

must have to wait.

And so, his need to

cover his bruises as well.

Only ten steps

was the distance

between the devil

and his poor lonely soul.

"Run!", His mind screamed

"Hide!", It's frantic voice wouldn't leave.

But it was too late,

as in a fluid movement

he was now laying on the ground.

Tears wanted to run from hi eyes,

but he wouldn't allow them.

As he knew that if the mad man,

currently kicking him, saw him,

he would just raise his need to,

strike with his feet and just keep on

hurting his body.

His gaze was avoided.

The single scene made his heart clench.

This person, that once used to make him happy,

turned into a bloody lunatic.

And it hurt him, because he was so alone.

No one was there to save him,

from this already,

familiar hell.