Of Seasons, Solar, and Snow

Chapter 2

Walking into the house, there's no sign of Stan. Huh. Maybe the bum is actually gone for good. But with my luck...

After I put the groceries I go to check on my mom, who was still sleeping. But even in sleep I can see the deep bags under her eyes.

Some times I just don't get it. No, I've never gotten why she left my dad. Not saying he was the nicest guy in the world, but she was happy. I rarely ever saw her sad, and when she was, we would have a dance party. Laugh all you want, but we did a mean jitterbug.

Mom would also paint the most amazing murals. In my old room, there were pictures of the Seven Courts; Day, Dream,Dawn, Winter, Spring, Summer, & Autumn. If I felt in the mood for it, I could be at a ball in the fall court, Dancing the night away with handsome Faerie men. Or I could sled with the Winter Court in their Beautiful forest. The only limits to her painting were our imaginations & wall space.

And back then, she would never go anywhere near Faerie drugs. She was the person who would find an addict on the streets, give them a place to stay, & over night they would be begging to go to rehab to get clean, Fae & Human alike

But then, one night she came home late, packed her stuff up, & moved in with Stan. Dad received the divorce papers the next morning. Needless to say, he was wrecked. He didn't sign the papers for weeks. It took him days to even look at food, much less eat it. He wouldn't even come out of his room.

But one day he came out clean, cut, & shaved, like nothing ever happened, save for the signed papers in his hand. He fought mom for custody of me, however the court ultimately let me choose. And after one look at Stan, I knew I had to get Mom away from him.

When I got home from school the next day, I found my stuff on the curb, the locks changed, and a note telling me I was no longer welcomed there anymore. Though now that I think about it, he was nice enough to give me directions as to where Mom and Stan lived. Thanks Dear Old Dad.

And if I thought Dad looked bad, Mom, she lost everything that made her, her. There was no light in her eyes. Not a single Piece of art to be found. Dancing, that became a forgotten memory & I haven't seen her smile yet. But she insists she's the happiest shes ever been. Yeah, right.

Stan, well, he's just a bundle of sunshine, while he hasn't hit Mom or me yet, he makes up for it with words. They fight like it's why the gods put them on this forsaken earth. And with Stan's rage & jealousy issues, it makes for a LOT of broken items. And he HATES me. It's like he wishes I was dead! I know this because he told me so one day when he was drunk.

At least the butt hole is gon-

"Oi~ was yo doin' lookin ah mah wife." Oops spoke too soon.

A meaty hand pulls me out of my thoughts & hard into the dining room table. OWW!

Stan is... I don't really know what he is. Stoned? Drunk? Drugged? Though his eyes are so dilated I cant find the color.

"Yoou, you tink yo cin come here an tak my wife. Why you, youu ahre, are jus a b-bastard nobody." He takes a step towards me, then another. "Did you k-know thah lionz k...kill da kidz who aren't theirs..?"

There's something... different about this rant. I step back from him as he chants "Kill~ killzzz, kill..." like a kid who just found his favorite candy.

"Hey look Stan, I was just checking in on my Mo-" White lights are all I see. a sticky liquid runs down the side of my face, and I find myself on the floor.

"I didn't say you could speak, bastard," Stan snarls, suddenly in front of me. He savagely kicks my gut. I groan, I try to back away from him.

"Things like you shouldn't exist," a punch to the face. "I'll be doing the world a favor..." He mutters to himself, kicking and punching and stomping on me. He.. he's CRAZY! He's stark raving MAD!

I try to scoot away faster. Stan lets out a psychotic laugh. "Where do you think your going Alistair~~? I hear a CRACK, before I see his boot on my hand.

So...Much...PAIN... I hear a scream in the distance.

A kick to my stomach...

A slap to my face...

I lose count...

Shadow blackness seeping in...

Far away a doorbell rings..the doorbell...help...

Stan pulls me up by my hair and shoves me to the door... "Don't tell them anything... can't see me like this..."

I put my bad hand on my stomach & limp to the door. I put on a fake smirk and open the door...

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Cliff Hanger~!!!

I'm getting out the chapters I had on my old story, And then once those are out new chapters will come.

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