Show Me The Ropes

Chapter One

{ Picture is Zayvier ; Age 8 }

Eight year old Zayvier watched his dad beat his mom. All you heard throughout the house was the hits that was laid on his mom and her cries. "Don't do this! The least you could do is not make my baby watch!"

Zayvier's dad gave her a forceful kick in the ribs. "Shut up, bitch!" Zayvier's mom moaned in pain while she curled up in the best ball she could. He spat on her. "Worthless bitch." Her husband walked off.

Zayvier's mom shook off her husband's hurtful words and looked at her only child. "Baby.. I want you to know that I love you.."

Zayvier let a tear roll down his face. He knew what was happening, He may have been eight but he wasn't stupid. His mom was dying and they all knew it. She had suffered for so long, her body was bruised and battered and her pretty flawless unwrinkled carmel skin was now sporting scars of all sizes and ugly purple, blue, and black bruises.

"Mama.." Zayvier choked out in a whisper. When she didn't reply Zayvier rushed over to her. There she laid taking in her last breaths, her chest slowly rising up and down. Zayvier let another tear fall.

"Mama.."

"Baby.. run.." were her last words.

Zayvier gently put his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. "Why would he do this to her? What did that monster have against Mama? Just why, why? All I want to know is why he had to kill my mother." Zayvier thought.

His heart raced when he heard the sound of a door shutting. "Hey, boy! Get the fuck away from the bitch! Get back in your spot!" Zayvier's eyes shot open and he looked up.

Zayvier's small body shook in anger while his hands balled up in fists. Never before had he experienced this. Always he was such a happy, harmless, loveable and kind kid. Unfortunately today was the day it all changed, today was the day he snapped.

"You little shit, did you just hear what I fucking said?! Go. Back. To. Your. Goddamn. Spot!" His father spat at him. Zayvier stayed in his position, not moving for this bitch nigga of a person he once called his dad.

The man took a step forward. "Lil boy, did you hear me? I said get'cha ass back in that spot."

Zayvier looked the man straight in his cold dead eyes, Zayvier's eyes holding the same emotions as the man he was staring at. He took another step forward. Zayvier rose and stood up stepping in front of his mother.

"Oh, so you brave now that cha' motha gone?" He spit the words at the little boy, making his heart beat even faster. "Nah. Always been brave, just never stood up," Zayvier's voice was raspy. The man laughed. "Lil boy, I advise you to go sit cha ass back down before I count to three."

"What'chu gon do old man?" Zayvier dared. "One..." Zayvier stayed in his place. "Two..." No movement.

"Three," The boy finished for him, moving toward the man.

"Hit me, dare you to." The man's face held a hard expression. "Hit me," He taunted.

Backhanding the little boy, the little boy flew. "NEXT TIME YOU BETTER FUCKIN LISTEN TO ME!"

Zayvier got up from the floor. He didn't shed a tear nor did he feel the burning pain in his cheek, all he felt was the scorching adrenaline pumping through his body.

Zayvier lunged for his father, gripping onto one of his shoulders with one hand while using the other to pound his tiny fist into the man's face. "Get the fuck off me!" Zayvier's grip was like steel. He was a little monkey at heart.

After seconds of continuous punching and him trying to get the child off of him, he tripped over the bat he had used on his former wife. They both collided on the ground. The wind was knocked out of Zayvier's small body. His father took that chance to grab the bat and hit Zayvier. "No one told you to act like Captain Save A Hoe." Zayvier growled and kicked him in the crotch.

Once the man fell Zayvier stood. He grabbed the man's previous weapon and began beating him with it.

"Doesn't feel good does it?" Zayvier said, asking a rhetorical question.

The man spat out blood. Zayvier kept pounding his head in with the metal bat. Zayvier took one last swing to the smashed head. "Fuck you." He whispered spitting on what used to be a head.

Quickly he knew someone called the police from the noise, so he hurried. He turned back to his mom. "Mama I love you. I'm so Sorry.. but I gotta go now." He placed a kiss on her forehead before running up the basement stairs.

Running up another pair of stairs he ran to his room and got a duffel bag and a backpack. He stuffed all his shoes and clothes in his duffel before throwing the few pictures he had of his family and friends. He still had a bit of space so he put his only three cars he got from his mom for his birthdays.

Zayvier could swore he could faintly hear sirens. He moved faster.

His room was clean it was like he was never there. He barely had things.

Zayvier ran into his mother and father's room and collected more pictures, a cellphone, cellphone charger, and a laptop and charger. Zayvier looked through more stuff quickly. He slipped on his mom's favorite necklace. "Money, I'ma need money." He ran to the closet and grabbed a box that held money that his mom was saving to get a house for her and Zayvier. Zayvier stuffed the 600 dollars in his backpack. Slipping a watch in his pocket he went downstairs and started filling the rest of the space in his duffel bag and backpack with food.

Sirens were in ear distance now. Zayvier's heart pounded again. He slipped his white Nike Air Force 1's and his blue Superman sweater on and ran out the back door.

Zayvier hopped over their fence into the neighbor's backyard as fast as he could. Once he had hopped 4 fences he exited through a gate and began walking down the side walk.

Zayvier looked back once and faintly saw the police running into his house. They brought out his mother on a gurney. Zayvier tore his eyes away, turning back around, and began to run. From that moment on he swore never to look back again.

* I decide to do something else new since I wasnt really feeling the other story. So yeah, hope you enjoy this one.