Miracle (Jamilton) *Complete*

Chapter 8 (Alex's backstory)

Alex's POV
(I know you were all confused last chapter, about the stuff with John and Alex's Dad so this chapter is going to clear up a few things)

I watched in horror as my dad beat my mom senseless.

"STOP!" I yelled and screamed, hoping that he would stop. But only turned around to smack me across the face and continued with my mom.

"Your a fucking slut! Just a whore!" Dad continued to yell at mom, telling her that she's just a slut and a whore.

Then mom did something I least expected her to do.

She started to fight back. Which honestly only made dad more angry.

Now they were both fighting each other, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Just yell and scream. I wished James was here. But he was working.

Dad took my mom's head and banged it into the wall. Mom fell to the ground passed out. Her head slightly bleeding. Dad got up, panting.

"Fucking phyco." Dad muttered.

"What the FUCK did you do?!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face, as I stood there, helplessly.

(This totally isn't something that I've witnessed before and totally none of this is based off of really events that have happened in my life hahahaha)

He turned to face me. "Your turn next." Dad said, not answering my question.

I balled my hands in a fist, closing my eyes, and turning me head, waiting for whatever he was going to happen.

"I'll be taking my leave. Forever." Dad said walking straight past me.

"W-what?" I stuttered.

"You heard me boy. I'm leaving forever." Dad replied. Straight faced.

"B-but you can't! You can't j-just leave us!" I stuttered out again.

"Yes I can. Now listen carefully." He said, turning to face me. "I will always be out there. And someone will always be watching. They will tell me everything that you do. And I will make them make your life a living Hell. They may seem nice at first. But they aren't. The only hint I will give you about them is that their name starts with a J, it could be their last name or first name, even middle name. Be careful Alex. I'll always be watching." Dad smirked, then left as I stood there, not knowing what to do.

We were alone. No one to turn to. I was alone.

(Time skip)

It's been two years, we were struggling, a lot. We managed to keep our house and eat once every day, but not me. I refused to eat. One small meal a week was enough to keep me going. I went to school and work. I didn't sleep nearly enough as any normal human being. Maybe 2 hours a week. I had a routine, go to school get as much done as I can, do as well as I can, go to work, do extra work for more pay, go home, study and work on any homework all night.