𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. ( 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 )

PROLOGUE.

**VERBAL ABUSE. PARENTS ARGUING. DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.**

12-year-old Johnny Cade smiles softly to himself, waiting for his parents to get home. He was sitting at the table, eating lunch that he made for himself.

The small boy hums softly, chewing and looking around the kitchen. Everything was neat and tidy, everything in its right place.

After a few more minutes of waiting for his parents, he could hear the clicking of the door opening. The boy perks up and stays seated at the table.

Johnny's mom walks into the kitchen, a weak smile on her face. There was something a little different about her though.

"Hi, mama," Johnny says happily, waving at her and giving a big grin. "How was work?"

His mother turns and looks at him, a sudden scowl on her face. This was a completely new look for Johnny.

"Awful," she spits. "How was eating everything in our fridge, you pig?"

Johnny stops moving and freezes where he sits, tears coming to his eyes slowly. He's never been called that before.

"M-mama," Johnny murmurs, his voice cracking. "W-why'd you call me that...?"

"Cause you're a fat pig, just like your father," his mother growls out. "You're just like him, always eating me out of house and home and I'm tired of it. Stop eating and go do something useful."

More tears flood the young boy's eyes and he pushes his plate away from himself. He doesn't even eat a lot but he guesses it was still too much, he wasn't supposed to eat.

"I-i'm sorry, mama," Johnny whimpers, getting out of his chair. "I-i won't eat that much anymore..."

"Good, you stupid boy," she growls.

The 12-year-old grabs his plate and throws the food away before setting the plate in the sink. He glances at his mother who was opening up a bottle of liquor.

She turns and glares at him, taking a large swig before holding it tightly in her hand. Johnny was scared now.

"I said go do something useful, you little brat," his mother spits. "Go do those dishes you dirtied up."

Johnny's eyes finally let tears slip down his tan cheeks, small sniffles escaping him. Why was she being so mean to him?

The young boy does as he's told and turns back to the sink, turning the faucet on, making sure the water was warm. He plugs the sink and puts soap in before putting the water into the plugged sink.

It fills up after a few minutes and Johnny turns off the faucet. He grabs a washcloth with his shaky hands and starts doing the dishes like he was told to.

Tears stream down his cheeks quickly, his body shaking a bit. Small sobs escape his lips but he continues to work like he was told.

"Make sure you don't miss a spot," his mother calls from the other side of the kitchen, a small slur in her words. "If they aren't spotless, you'll get no dinner tonight and you'll stay in your room."

"Y-yes mama," Johnny sobs out quietly, making sure to make the dishes spotless.

"And quit your crying, " she snaps. "Men don't cry. Man up."

Johnny quiets his cries down, silently crying and shaking. The water was scolding hot and his hands burned as he cleaned up the dishes.

After a few minutes, half of the dishes were cleaned and his hands were bright red from the hot water. The door opens again and the boy just knows it's his dad.

Johnny turns his head slightly, seeing his dad walk into the kitchen. He looks different too, just like his mom had.

He has lipstick smeared all over his lips and neck, small bruises on his neck. Something wasn't right with his father.

"D-dad," Johnny murmurs weakly. "W-what did you do...?"

His father just glances at him and doesn't answer, proceeding into the living room. After just a few seconds, there was a large crashing noise.

"Why did you do that, you stupid bitch," his father yells. "You could have killed me!"

"I was trying to kill you, you fucking cheater," his mother screams back. "You cheated on me and I hate you! I hate you! Was I not enough for you?"

"Well, when all you do is work, I can't exactly do anything with you," he yells. "I just went and found someone who actually talks to me!"

"You asshole!"

Johnny's eyes water again he starts crying quietly. He stops doing the dishes and fumbles with a towel, drying his hands slowly.

The young boy slowly walks to the living room, seeing a broken liquor bottle surrounding his father's body and a wet stain on the wall by his head. He looks at his mother whose face was red and tears were streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall.

"Y-you cheated on mama," Johnny questions quietly. "W-why would you do that?"

"Cause your bitch of a mom doesn't want to spend time with me or you," his father spits. "She's always to busy working."

"Cause I'm trying to support you and him," she yells. "All I ever do is try my best for you both and you just go sleep with women and your son eats me out of house and home! I hate both of you!"

Johnny's heart breaks at her words, his eyes watering more. His mother hated him for eating.

"Y-you hate me," Johnny asks quietly.

"Yes, I hate you! You're a stupid, little brat," she screams. "I don't want you! You were the biggest mistake of my life!"

Johnny starts sobbing loudly, more than he ever has. His mother didn't want him, he was a mistake, he was disgusting!

The boy looks at his father who looks at him before turning his head away from him slowly. His father hates him too, just as much, if not more than his mother did.

From that say on, Johnny would never be the same, not for a long time. His life would change.

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Word count; 1012

How was this for a prologue?

I honestly started to cry while writing this because I feel so bad for Johnny. I hate writing him crying or feeling in but I really love this plot that I'm making.

I hope you guys enjoy it too because I'm going to work my ass off on writing this and making sure it's realistic and long. This story might be the best one yet.

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