Forgotten Past

Prologue

Aiden Woods

"We are moving no matter if you like it or not! You can't do anything about it!" My father yells in my face. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I flinch away, only making him punch me in the face. "Now go pack up all your s***!"

"Yes, sir." I quietly say as I walk to my bedroom. I sit on the mattress I call my bed. My dad never bought me a bed. He doesn't buy me anything. He is just a stupid alcoholic, that doesn't buy anything, but beer.

I gather all my stuff together, which takes me only ten minutes. I put it into two regular sized boxes. I walk out of my room and set them on the floor next to my dad.

"Dad? Where do you want me to put my stuff?" I try to ask as nicely as possible so he won't yell at me again.

"Put it in the piece of s*** truck that you bought!" I slowly pick the boxes up and walk outside and place them in the bed of the truck that I bought a few months ago. Dad doesn't have a job so I have to get a job to pay for the house and everything else.

Dad comes out of the house with a few boxes of his things and the dishes. He places them in the bed of the truck and gets into the driver seat of the truck. I quickly in and buckle up, not wanting him to get mad. He drives off, leaving the house that I grew up in. The house that I hate with all my heart.

Jackson Taylor

I get home from football practice and walk into my kitchen and see a note on the fridge. I walk over to it and it's from my parents.

We're going to the movies so don't wait up!

Love, Mom, and Dad

I quickly throw the note in the trash. This means my brother and I are home alone. Once I reach the door I see that it's locked. I turn around and see my brother standing there. Towering over me with his six foot five height.

"Going somewhere?" He asks.

"N-no. I-I was just checking the mail..." I lied. He stares at me hard.

"The mail is on the counter, brother." I look away from him and my eyes and on the mail. I look back and he's closer. "Come here. I have something to show you." I shake my head 'no'.

"It's okay. You can show me later. I'm going out." He grabs my wrist and pulls me up the stairs, ignoring me yells to tell him to stop. He pushes me on his bed and gets on top of me.

"I just want to have some fun..." He purrs in my ear. He starts unbuttoning my shirt. I try to get out of his grip.

"Boys! It's just me. I forgot my purse. Also, Chase, I want you to take the trash to the dump!" Chase rolls his eyes before climbing off of me.

"If you tell anyone... I will kill you." He walks out and I button up my shirt before running out the door.