Chapter One - Josh

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Josh...whatever you want his last name to be...is an ordinary kid, had the perfect life, was smart, and a obedient child..until one night changed it all..as he was doing his homework, his mom was making dinner in the kitchen. The smell of chicken throughout the house. He heard the door burst open. He looked at the door and he saw his father walk in. He was walking weird. His father walked into the kitchen to josh's mother and hit her in the head with an empty bottle that wad once filled with whiskey. She yelped and fell to the ground. Stella, josh's younger sister, ran down the stairs to see her mother on the ground. "D-daddy what are you doing to mommy..?" she asked looking at her father in shock. Josh watches as his father strips his mother and made her do horrible things. His father turned to stella. "You've been a naughty girl..come here." he said with a smirk. Josh immediately got his jacket and his sister and bolted out the door. His father chased. "GET BACK HERE!!" his father yelled as he chased the boy. Josh did not listen. He ran like he had never ran before and he looses his father. Josh and his sister were safe in an ally way. Stella was crying and shaking. "Shh..its okay sis.." josh said as he tried to comfort her, holding her close. They both slept in the ally that night. Josh stayed up most of the night, making sure they were safe.

      The next morning josh and stella went home. "M-mom?" josh said looking for his mother. He went into the living room holding stellas hand. His mom was asleep on the couch. Josh got a blanket and covered her up.

     Everything changed since that night. His moms name was veronica and his dads name was joseph. Joseph would spend the whole day at the bar. Getting drunk and fucking other women while veronica would work Monday through Friday. From 8:00 am to 6:00 pm. Stella got into soccor and josh just became quiet. He hated his father. He wanted him to stop hitting them. He didnt like  having to explain the bruises to teachers. "I fell out of a tree" or "me and my friends were playing too rough." truth was he didn't have any friends.


Thank you elizabethsims02 for helping me with the first chapter.
  Chapter two coming soon!

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