A Year Of Hell And Back

Friday- Ernesto's Past

Past 1
Ernesto was only five months old when his father first beat him. He wasn't even old enough to comprehend why. It wasn't the last time he would be beaten either.When he was six he was sent to boarding school. His father said it was to keep up with the family tradition but his mother only ahreed to keep him safe from his father.

He already had enough scars on his back to be enough for a life time. He couldn't blame him though. Ernesto knew well enough what "it's just water mean't. Alcohol.

It was a shame for a boy at the age to know so much about drugs. Sometimes he was forced to smoke or else his Dad would burn him with his cigarettes. Exposure to all of that was the reason for his drowsy looking appearance. Now he was thirteen.

It had been nine years of total trauma in a school where either you were super rich or irrelevant. Fortunately he preferred not to be seen. It gave him peace. It gave him a since of a normal life. To bad he could never be normal. Not jsut because of his family but because he was undoubtfully and undeniably gay. He had known for along time. Never once had he been attracted to girls. Not even models or pop stars. He was just in love with guys.

He would never tell anybody though. Not even his closest friends (which lacked in number). He walked up to the calender with a red sharpie. "Another christmas alone," he sighed as he marked of the twenty-five with the caption Misery Day #9 written under it.

He sunk down to his knees and began to cry. While everybody else was with there familes popping poppers and singing carols he was stuck on campus with nothing more than a text from his Mom. That was probably the best she could do on her small salary. She was the one who had to fend for the family's name. The only thing his Dad ever did was go to his dumb ass job, come back and then drink beer. Ern's dad had a problem and when ever it came up his mother was the one who got punished for it. When Ernesto left she would have been getting twice the amount of punishment.

Just the thought of what he could do to her behind closed doors made him cry even harder. That's when he vowed to stop him. Once, and for all. Starting with what he stood for.
He vowed that the next time he saw his father that he would pay for everything he ever did to him, his mother or anyone. A devious smirk appeared across his face.