Chapter I
I stomp into my room and slam the door behind me, turn my nightlight off, and become engulfed in complete darkness. I feel around for a tiny flashlight on my nightstand and feel the cold metal in my hand. I turn the flashlight on and pull out a brown box from underneath my bed marked "Emergency escape". I slowly open the box and stare at the contents. I begin to reach for a sandwich bag filled with pictures when I hear my drunk, abusive mother come stumbling through the hall to finish what she started. I run to my door and lock it, along with some extra locks I installed to promise protection from that hag's bloody fists. I back away from the door and sit next to my box.
"YOU LET ME IN THERE RIGHT NOW, JOSEPH ANDREW. I WILL BREAK DOWN THIS DOOR." She yells. I hear silence and then more pounding on the door. "YOU LET ME IN, BOY! OR WHEN I BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN, I'LL BEAT YOUR UGLY-ASS FACE TWICE AS HARD." She yells even louder.
I put the lid back on the box and slide it under my bed again. I shut off the flash light and throw it against the door. As I pull my knees up to my face and rest my chin on them, I close my eyes. I sit there in the dark, just waiting for mom to go back to the kitchen for another bottle. But I hear her collapse to the ground as all of the locks on my door unlock all at once. The door slowly slides open, and a figure stands in the doorway at my mom's feet.
"Solomon Le Mort." He whispers.
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Love, Blood, and War.
FantasyJoseph Andrew Bernard has divorced parents that live in the house together and are always drunk. Joseph has been abused for the past 7 years but has managed to protect his sister, Beverley, who is the light in the dark for Joseph. After Solomon Le M...
