Race

Joey

     Joey of 8 years old in his room playing with an old train his mom found in the next door neighbor's dumpster. It had two wheels and was very splintery, but even at this age, he was thankful. His mom wasn't the best but tried more than anyone he knew and would do anything for him. As he happily enjoyed a minute of peace with no yelling, he played with the train. "JOEY!" he heard his stepfather scream from the bottom of the stairs breaking the silence. He quickly hid the train under his pillow and raced down the stairs. At the bottom was Jeff, an extremely unhappy stepfather.  He swallowed his fear saying "Yes sir?" Jeff held up his toolbox that had a missing flashlight. "You're a little thief like your father!" He grabbed him by his hair dragging him down the stairs and pulling out a belt.  "I-I don't have your flashlight!" he said trying to guard his face. He felt the wind hit his face before the belt as he screamed "MoMMY! MOMMY HELP!!"  "Mommy's not here!" Jeff said hitting him harder in the face until he fell onto the floor. His face was bleeding and he had bruises all up his face when his mom walked into her son sprawled on the floor in tears bleeding. "WHAT THE HELL JEFFERY!!" She picked up Joey cooing him while walking to the bathroom. She started washing his face and sighing "You know not to take his things, Joey!" Joey looked at himself in the mirror even know he knows he didn't do it "ok mom." His face might not heal for a while, what would he tell people? His blond hair stood over his crystal clear blue eyes.  As he walked downstairs he heard a voice at the end of the stairwell. "Joey. Joey, I wanna play a game"