The Assassin

Chapter 3 Christmas -2008-

It was Christmas morning, I was awoken to the sound of my baby brother crying. Sence that, I couldn't get sleep so I stayed up. It felt like and looked like it was early in the morning which I guessed around 6am. I walked into the living room and saw that the sockings were filled and there were many presents for everyone. Everyone but... me, I searched every where around the tree and I couldn't find one present with my name. I felt horrible and uncared, I recheck the stocking and it seemed I was wrong with the stocking being filled, there was one that wasn't filled... I felt even worse, thinking it was all a nightmare I ran in my room and went into the bed. I went back to sleep and then awoke to the licks of my dog wiggles, a chiwawa dog that I had at the time, licking my cheek as I laughed and smiled thinking it was all a dream. It wasnt, I walked out in the living room seeing the same site but with my parents smiling watching the kids unwrap and tear there presents open. I walked up to mom and asked for my present after the others were done and had there's all unwrapped. My mom laughed and smiled saying "oh we have a present for ya, here" she gave me a rocky like shaped present that was poorly wrapped up with a ribbon on it, hard present I thought. "I been wanting to give you this for a while son, your onky present but trust me it's good" I smiles and believed my mother as I take the ribbon and wrapping off. I looked shocked and started to form tears, it was a piece of coal about the size of my hand at the time. Mom laughed so much, so did dad, then mom took it from me and tossed it into the furnace, "You don't need a present son, your the worst child we have had so why even treat you good? Besides your stuck with us till your older, so why not make you work?" My mom carried me to the door then said "Son, time for you to clean the truck, so go in the garage and clean the rims
With a sponge and water". She then handed me a sponge, a jacket, and a bucket of warm water, then shoved me out the door. Then slammed the door behind me as I felt the tears staying, but I stayed strong as I walked into the garage and cleaned the truck feeling not just used, but sad. Realizing this is how it's gonna be for a few more years.