Later that night Dominic woke up to the sound of laughing. He rubbed his burning, dry eyes, probably cried himself to sleep. Dom slowly got up from the ground and poked his head out of his door to see Sarah and their dad walk inside the house together talking about things. He tuned into their conversation and realized..they went to the circus without him..
Dominic stormed over to the duo as they talked, he felt envy and jealousy devour his usual calm self " You guys went without me?! " His father nodded " Yes Dom. We in fact did. Luckily I bought tickets before you stole all of my money! It sucks when you're betrayed doesn't it? "
Dom shook his head " No what sucks is when your good for nothing father accuses you of shit you didn't do. What sucks? Your whore of a wife. She's out drinking, dad, if I should even call you that. Whenever Uncle Jeff comes over she's awful friendly with him. SHE'S WITH YOUR BROTHER BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS NEGLECT US. IT'S WORK, WORK, WORK, WORK! "
Obviously, by this point, his father was furious. He slapped Dominic across the face, his firm slap caused Dom to receive a busted lip. The irony red liquid trickled down from his lip to his chin. Dominic, stunned at first, then smirked and glanced up at his father " you know i'm fucking right. " He chuckled then stuffed his hands only to feel an odd object..then he realized..
" Hey dad, can I have this pocket knife? I promise to take care of it! Since i'm gonna start working I want a knife just in case anything happens.. "
His knife
It was one he had received from his "dad" a while back when they were shopping. He always carried it with him ever since because it was special. It was the first thing he had received from his current dad. Dom..felt this burst of adrenaline. His father..had humiliated him..accused him. Betrayed and neglected him. He had beaten him down until he had no more self worth.
BAM
Before Dom could do anything he received another hard blow to the face, but this time..It was a punch. His father grit his teeth and punched Dominic again harder. Sarah watched her brother being hit and backed away with widened eyes. He hit Dominic again, the blow shattered his nose. Droplets of blood fell onto the white living room carpet. Dominic stumbled back into the wall and held his nose with widened eyes.
Pain
throbbing pain is what he had felt all over as his father stepped up to him with a face of pure rage
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Behind the Paint
Short StoryBehind every mask there is a face, and behind every face there is a story Dominic was an orphan. Long forgotten and abandoned at a young age. Since then he was a lost child. Didn't know what to call home or who to call family. Luckily he wasn't al...