Prodigy's p.o.v ~In The Begining~
It all started when I was five years old. My dad was always working never home and when he was home all him and my mom did was argue.
Flashback:
It was a Thursday night and around 12:30 and my dad still hadn't came home from work. Me and my mom were sitting on the couch waiting for my dad to come home. I ended up falling asleep after an hour went by. I woke up when I heard my mom and dad yelling at one another.
"We're we're you?" my mom shouted.
"I was down at the bar drinking" my dad said between slurred words.
"I'm tired of you never being here when me and your son need you" she shouted getting in his face this time.
"And I'm tired of you always nagging like you do something round here" he yelled back at her as he got in her face.
"I do. It's called taking care of our son like you should try to do sometime" she said as she began shoving him.
"Bitch don't push me" he said slapping across her face.
"Daddy stop" I yelled.
"Shut the fuck up! I'm not your damn daddy" he said pushing me to the ground. I felt the tears stream down my face as his words replayed over and over in my head. I ran to my room ,sat down in one of the corners in my room and pulled my knees into my chest as I began crying historically.
Knock! knock! knock!
"Prodigy I'm sorry I didn't mean that" my dad said from the other side of the door. I just wiped my tears off my face and slowly got up and walked off to the door.
"I'm sorry Craig daddy, didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Daddy just had a long day at work. I didn't mean to say that daddy loves you baby boy" he said as he scooped me up in his arms an kissed my forehead. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I love you to daddy" I said giggling.
End of Flashback:
I should have never believed my father when he said that. After about a year of my dad coming home late and drunk my mom finally left, but she forgot one thing....ME!!
She left me here with that MONSTER! I guess she couldn't handle it anymore so she just up and left me here. I wish she would have took me with here, but know she left me here all by myself. I guess since he didn't have her to abuse anymore he started abusing me verbally, physically and sexually. My life has been a living hell since she left ,but its okay now since I found Ray. Ray talked me off the ledge when I was ready to kill myself . he's been there for me when I needed him. To be honest Ray is the reason I stay alive ,because if I didn't have him I wouldn't have made it to we're I'm at now. Ray keeps me alive, but it's one thing that's eating me alive I haven't told Ray.
I Love Him......
"OPEN THIS GOT DAMN DOOR" my drunken father yelled banging on my door.
I quietly got up from my bed and opened my bedroom window and climbed out. I placed my foot on the ladder and climbed my way down. When both my feet were on the ground I ran like there was no tomorrow. I ran all the way to Ray Ray's house without stopping.
"Ray Ray open the door" I said banging on his door.
"Prod, is that you" he said in a sleepy voice as he was rubbing his eyes.
"Sorry I woke you" I said.
"Your okay. Come in" he said as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in.
