Gabriel (Continued) (Book 2)

A Fresh Start?! (Crash's POV)

A-N- Second chapter im giving you today! :D More Crash! Does anyone like him? What do you think about him? Is he important or just there for fun? I had someone ask me why he's in this story at all...because he needs to be.

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ooh, another Crash pic on the right ;) 

'You warned me.' I state, 'Why?'

His evil smirk never left his face, not even as he tilted the bottle back and gulped the contents.

'I'm your father.' He tells me in that horrible voice of his that I despise!

'That never stopped you from doing all those other things.' I say bravely.

We were sitting back in the trailer, my home. Everything looked the same, smelled the same, as I remembered. My mother was passed out on the bed and the closet (which acted as my room) was open. I parted the ugly brown curtains and looked into the yard. It was littered with trash, car batteries, tires. And next door was our neighbors. I wonder how Mandy is? Did she survive? Mandy was my childhood friend, we used to play together and hide from each others parents.

It struck me as odd that I was back here at all, but even more odd was that I was here as my 16 year old self. Usually when I dream of this place I'm always a child. Then I thought that I was dead. The last thing that I remember was running...from the police...and then one of the gang leaders was pointing a gun at me.

'Holy shit! I'm dead! This is supposed to be my Hell?!' I scream, 'And I have to be stuck here for eternity! Fuck!'

This is ultimately the worst thing that could ever happen to me! Wasn't it bad enough that I was born and started my life here? But now I have to spend the rest of my dead life here! God hates me, I'm sure of it now!

'Watch your tone, boy. Your Mama is sleeping just over there.' Travis Ray points to my mom.

I sat down in one of the folding lawn chairs that acted as our dining table seat.

'I'm dead.' I whisper.

Travis Ray laughs, 'No. No, you're not dead. They gave you a tranquilizer and now you're sleeping.'

'What? Who's 'they'?' I ask him. Why was he telling me this? Why am I not being subjected to his cruel jokes?

Travis Ray ignores my questions and finishes the beer he was drinking.

I looked around, everything seemed so real. I could smell all the alcohol, just like when I was little, and I felt the shag carpet between my toes.

'Why don't you tell me about all those things you think I did?'

'Oh, I know you did them! I have scars to prove it! You let that rotweiller attack me, I have scars on my arms and shoulder from that. You sat there and watched as it tore at my flesh and dug its nails into my skin. Watching it dig into my back as if it were searching for a bone that it hid inside me.'

'What else?'

'You hit me! On numerous occasions!'

'Really?' He taunts.

'Yeah! And you tried to drown me also! Like, every day!'

'Huh, you don't say.' He says sarcastically, 'Did I hit you like this?'

He stands up and sends his fist into my stomach. I double over in pain.

'Did I drown you like this?' He grabs the back of my neck and pushes my head into the ice cold water in the sink.