Hellish Words

    Hellish words Chapter 1of ?

A:N/ Omg first time writing on wattpad please tell me if I'm doing it right I'm sorry for punctuation and spelling errors since like I said first time *giggles*. Any way have fun reading.

Water. Water was falling from his eyes. What was this called again? Oh yes crying. He was crying. Why was he crying? He did not know. It just started falling from his eyes. He had thought he had forgotten how to cry. Apparently not, for here he was crying in his room alone. It was dark no one was home and even if they were they would surely be sleeping by now. It was well into the night when Tony had started to cry. It startled him at first he hadn't known what to do. He hadn't cried in years . After a while he had gotten a headache and his throat hurt.       

Trying to remember his early years he thought had crying hurt this much then? Probably not. Then his reasons for crying had been silly. Like his ice cream cone had fallen, or maybe he had a nightmare about the dog next door chasing him. Those nightmares had long since stopped. The dog and his owners had long since moved away and he rarely ate ice creams cones. Now he was crying for something truly horrible, frightening even. He had dreamed about his father. His filthy low life father who insisted on beating him every other day on a regular bases. It had frightened him at first. How could his father the one that loved him so much had hit him? Father's were supposed to love unconditionally...right?

He was surprised by him the first time ,but his father had said it would never happen again. The second time he claimed he was having a bad day. He claimed the same thing the third, fourth, and fifth time.

    After that he didn't bother to give excuses and Tony had stopped asking. He doesn't know the reason that his father had started hitting him. Maybe it was just really a 'bad day'. In all truth he didn't really care. It only lasted about twenty minutes anyway. He could deal with twenty minutes of pain out of however many are in each day. It had only been happening since he was 15. Altogether that made 308 hours of pain out of the thousands he has already experienced. It doesn't seem like so much

So why did it feel like an eternity? He thought he could handle it, so why was he crying? Here in this dark room he was crying. Here he had a chance to think about why he was crying. He understood why. He just didn't want to admit to it.

He was so sad and lonely. He was tired of being ridiculed and beaten. He said he didnt mind the pain, but everything hurt. It may not seem like it but it was such a long time for Tony. So.long.

Now he was sobbing. While sobbing he hopped that life would get better he truly did.

A:N/ Well how did you love it cause I know you didn't hate it. The stories I usually read are stupid and in first passion so I decided to write one my self. Please review I can take it :-)