Anti-Social Pessimist

Jacob's Start

Age 11

"Jacob!"

I ran down the stairs when I heard my mum yell my name.

She's angry.

She's always angry.

"Y-Yes, Mummy," I whispered.

"Where the fuck are my condoms?!" she yelled.

I stayed silent.

"Where the hell are they, stupid faggot?"

"I don't know, Mum. I'm sorry." I stuttered.

She came over to me and yanked my shirt.

"Stop calling me that. I know you know where they are. Tell me."

I then heard a snicker come from the next room over.

He's here.

"Whatcha lookin at, Princess?" he spat.

Slap!

"Go find my condoms. I'm about to have me a little fun. "

She looked over at that man.

I really hate that man.

"And while you're at it, find my bag with the white powder in it."

I stood still.

"Go!" she yelled, making me flinch.

"Oh no. You wait right there. " he snarled.

I stopped.

"You see that piece of art standing over there?" he said pointing at my mother. "That women is the best they get. You'll be lucky if you ever get a woman with beauty even remotely close to hers."

"Oh, Ben." my mum walked over.

He grabbed her face and they began kissing. It looked more like he was trying to swallow her.

I began walking out of the room, when I felt him grab my shoulder.

"Did I say you could leave?"

He turned me around and in one swift movement, I was up against the wall. I quickly felt a strong hand in my stomach. He kept punching until I was on the floor with my hands on my stomach, trying to get whatever food that I had in there to stay in. I couldn't move physically, but my mind was racing a million miles per second.

Everything started to get quiet and fuzzy. I couldn't see anything besides blurry figures. Then I realised that there was a foot going into my side with a breaking force. I gasped, trying to grasp onto any kind of air. I could taste the blood from my mouth as it fell to the floor. I could hear the blood in my veins rushing faster. I could feel my heart beating abnormally slow. I could see flashing images.

I could feel two soft hands grab my shoulders to help out whoever was damaging my ribs at the moment.

Have I ever been happy?