Behind the Paint

Seeing people change isn't what hurts.. 

Dominic woke up to the sound of loud banging and someone yelling. He groaned as he stretched and yawned, then got out of bed  " Hello..? Sarah? Mom..? Dad..? " He called out, hoping for a reply. Dom walked out into the hallway and followed the loud banging which took him out to the living room. There he met his father who seemed pretty angry. He was throwing couch cushions and flipping the couch itself over  " Where is it?! " Dominic raised a brow and jumped a bit, he wasn't used to his father being so angry. He walked up to his dad " Uh..dad what're you looking for..? Maybe I can help..? " His dad turned around and shook Dominic by his shoulders " Where. Is. The. Money. Jar. "  Dominic shrugged  " I dunno, isn't that only for emergencies? " His father huffed and brushed his hair back  " Yes..Dominic. ALL OF OUR MONEY IS GONE! "  Dominic's eyes widened, he looked at Sarah who was peeking out for her bedroom door down the hall. She mouthed ' What's wrong? ' but Dom shrugged. He looked at his father and sighed " W-Well..where's mom? I haven't seen her all day.. "  

" No Dom. Don't you dare. try blaming this on Maria. My beloved wife would never betray me, she's probably out with her sister like usual. " He said sternly as he turned to Dominic  " But you. you two. You both have history of stealing from your foster parents, don't you? HUH?! " He shouted. Dominic quickly shook his head  " We've been with you for two months! You should know we would've stolen from you already if we wanted to! "  His father shook his head and pushed past Dominic and barged into his room  " Where is it Dominic?! " He shouted as he rummaged through his dresser then threw out his clothes  " I will tear your room apart! "  He said as he grabbed Dominic's computer and threw it off his desk. Dominic furrowed his eyebrows as he watched his father destroy everything he owned " Dad!! Stop! You're wrecking my shit!! " His father flipped the desk over, causing a loud bang and random junk like pens, pencils, and other  miscellaneous things to either break. He then moved to his bed and threw the sheets off, flipped the whole mattress over and tore the pillows apart. All the face paint containers fell off the bed and onto the floor  " Really..You didn't take the money? THEN HOW DO YOU HAVE ALL OF-OF THIS?!"  Dominic frowned and held his hands up in defense  " Dad, look, calm down! This is just one big misconception! " His father nodded " Yeah it is. I thought I could trust you homeless rugrats. " He stomped down on each plastic container and smeared the bright creamy paints all over the wooden floor. Dominic's eyes widened " Dad!! STOP IT!! " He noticed Sarah watching from afar " Sarah! please explain to him!! He's gone crazy!! " Sarah shook her head " I-I.." 

Their father huffed and glared at Dom, he grabbed him by his fluffy hair and tugged on it hard  " You dare defy or steal from me, accuse my wife of stealing, then lie?! After I feed you?! After I take you in and raise you because your family hated you?!"  He screamed in his face  " Do you realize what you have done?! We literally cannot survive now!! You used all, ALL OF OUR MONEY ON USELESS SHIT!! ..I don't blame your parents for abandoning you. I tried making this work! If it wasn't for Maria you rats would've been gone already, you're a freak! You have a sick fixation on fucking trash! " He grabbed Dominic by his jaw and glared at him  " Clowns. Clowns are clowns, they're a joke! Useless! IS THAT WHY YOU HAVE SO MUCH OF A FIXATION ON THEM ARE YOU A FUCKING JOKE?! ALL THEY DO IS SMASH FUCKING PIES IN THEIR FACES AND TRY TO BE FUNNY! THEY PUBLICLY HUMILIATE THEMSELVES! " He shoved Dominic down to the ground hard and watched him curl up in a fetus position 

Dominic shook his head and frowned. He wrapped his arms around himself and sniffled " You.. You have no room to talk..don't you dare talk about my real parents like that..you never know what they were fucking going through..maybe they didn't have enough money..ma- "    " Shut up! The problem is you no matter what! Think about it reasonably. If it was about not having enough money then it was in fact your fault! They were struggling enough financially but then to have you born it screwed them. So they had to get rid of you. No one. wants. you. You're a lying little rat! " 

Dominic glanced at Sarah who just watched as her little brother was being thrown down and yelled at. She turned her head and walked back to her room. Dom sniffled and felt hot tears roll down his cheeks, his father finally left Dom.

Alone, he cried.                                                                                                                                                                                   He was told by his father he was unwanted..

Fine.