Mentions of abuse*
I'm tried to dull it down a bit
love y'all
Michael felt another warm tear streak down his cheek. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't.
"Dammit, Michael. Just say something!" Michael's father yelled, slapping him again.
Michael wanted to speak, he really wanted to. But he couldn't, and his dad knew that. Even if he was drunk.
Michael's dad knew that he couldn't talk, not that he just didn't want to. Either the sober side or not, he didn't have a right to hit Michael. But the boy didn't resist the punches and slaps; he was used to it by now.
"Do you know what it was like, Michael? Waiting for your first word?" Michael's dad asked, his eyes filling with tears.
"One word, Michael Gordon! I can't take it anymore, I can't take your silence!" He screamed, punching Michael's eye. The boy fell to the ground, pressing his hand to his eye. He started to sob, and Michael's father spit on him before kicking his hip. The boy bit down on his lip, clutching his side.
He knew what tomorrow morning would be like, his dad seeing all the things he'd done the night before.
"I'm sorry, Michael. You know how I get when I'm drunk." He would say.
"I'm trying, I'm really trying. It's been so hard after your mom left, you know?" He would say.
But Michael knew he wasn't trying. If he tried, he wouldn't go to a bar every night. He wanted hit Michael recklessly, and he wouldn't pretend to care about his son when he actually should.
A/n
Ouch. This chapter hurts
~Kay
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