I WANT HIM | NOMIN

2 - Come With Me

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"Mom please!" Jeno pleads as he sees his mother walking to him, beer in hand.

His mother was an alcoholic. She drinks everyday and every night, sometimes beating on Jeno, and tonight was one of those nights.

"You little bitch! Me and your father never wanted you anyway!" She yelled as she threw the bottle at Jeno, he fortunately dodged it, but he didn't dodge his moms hand colliding with his face.

He staggered backwards and he could only feel complete fear as he heard the front door open.

"What's wrong with the little piece of trash now!" His father yelled and he shook in fear. His mother tsk' and she walked off to get another beer.

"He's being a brat and I'm ashamed of him." She said dramatically taking another swing of a beer she just opened.

His dad just scoffed and went over to Jeno. Jeno was frozen in fear, and wish he'd just disappear. He felt his father grab his small face and lift his head to face him. Jeno didn't struggle but his grip hurt, there were definitely gonna be bruises there in the morning, he thought.

He looked into his emotionless fathers eyes, noting but brutally and coldness behind them. Jeno wanted to plea and cry for help, but he knew better. He knew better from experience.

His whole life, he had been pushed around, beaten, and called curse words and insults. He didn't even think that his parents knew his name anymore. All they knew was to hit him and call him a mistake.

"Little bratty bitch." His father cursed and threw him as Jeno hit the floor. He felt tears brimming his eyes, and he didn't want to cry, he didn't.

"I never wanted a son like you." His father spat and walked off, laughing as he and his mother drank a beer.

Jeno quickly ran to his room and locked his door. He ran onto his non existent bed, made out of just blankets and one pillow on the floor, and lied there. He then cried. He cried all night.

He cried himself to sleep.

It wasn't a surprise.

Because he did it every night.

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"Sir?" A voice piped up and broke off the Mafias thoughts.

"What cruel people." The Mafia said, and then gave a low chuckle.

The Mafia had watched everything. He had cameras in all these houses, he knew everyone and everything that is going on.

The Mafia slowly lied back in his seat and thought for a moment.

They were parked just outside this house.

The Mafia looked over and looked at the run down house out his car window, and smirked.

"I'm taking him home tonight." The Mafia said with a smile.

"As you wish Sir, I'll call the men-"

"No no, I'll be doing it, and what did I say about my damn name?" The Mafia corrected.

The assistant looked a bit taken back, but let it slide as The Mafia gave him a tip.