Lotus McNamara

Chapter One

Lotus's life started out as any other persons life, he was born and raised in a well kept house and his mother loved him very much. His father on the other hand wasn't around much sense he ran the Thornbrook Cartel and couldn't visit his family, fearing that he would endanger them. His older brother was part of the cartel but carelessly put himself and the family in danger constantly, he picked on Lotus for being smaller than the other children and beat him when the mother wasn't around, that's when poor little lotus learned how to be a masochist and a sadist.
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Here we are at age 7, his brother had taken Lotus's bull plush and wrapped it in chicken wire so he couldn't touch it without cutting up his hands.

"Come on, Tramp! This isn't funny! I want my bull back, take it out of the wire, please!" Lotus desperately tried to take the barbed wire off the bull plush but his hands were left with small cuts on them, the wire itself was cutting up the bull plush as well. Tramp only laughed at his little brothers attempts to get the bull plush out of the barbed wire, "You have to do it yourself Lotus, I can't help you."
The older brother had gloves on his hands so the barbed wire didn't hurt him as he moved the bull plush around on the table, a pleased smirk on his face as the younger brother snatched the bull plush away from him, cutting up his hands more in the process. He dropped the bull and started crying, the crimson liquid flowing from the small wounds on his hands and dripping onto the hardwood floor. "Your a meanie, Tramp!" Lotus yelled as he stood there with his hands bleeding. Tramps smirk only grew, "And your a pathetic little brat who depends on his mommy to do everything for him and keep the bullies away." He grabbed Lotus by his hair and dragged him to the back of the house, wrapping his wrists in barbed wire. "I'll teach you how to handle these things Little Lotus, don't you worry by the end of all this, you'll be just like me." He hung the small goblins wrists on a hook that was used to dry the daily hunt before the cooked the animals and had it for whatever meal they were having.
Lotus cried more, quiet whimpers of pain came from him as the barbed wire cut into his skin, the blood running down his arms. His older brother got brass knuckles out of his pants pocket and put them on his hand. "Now, when I punch you your going to smile and say 'it doesn't hurt', alright?" He drew back his right fist and punched the poor child in the abdomen, making him cry out in pain.
"Tramp, please stop it hurts!" Lotus struggled to get off the hook, but only made the barbed wire cut deeper into his skin. "Wrong, it doesn't hurt." Tramp punched Lotus in the chest, a satisfying crack and his brothers scream made him shudder, "I could get used to that sound.." He said, drawing back his fist to punch him again but a larger hand grabbed his fist.
It was their father, growling deeply, "What do you think you're doing!?" He squeezed the boy fist and twisted it, making him fall to his knees. "I was just teaching him how to be something your proud off!" Tramp yelled out in pain trying to pull his hand away. "By hurting my younger son is teaching him?! Get out of my face!" The father shoved Tramp away and the teen got up and ran off.

The father quickly got lotus off the hook and took the barb wire off of his arms then took him to the hospital, cutting his wounds taken care of, holding him as he laid in a hospital bad now. "I'm so sorry Little Lotus. I'll try to protect you better.." Lotus was sleeping because of the medications he was given for the pain but he could here his father, moving to feel safer with him.