chapter 5:

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1985 4:50 p.m.

Some classical music was playing, as a little boy was playing with a toy truck. "Mommy!" He yelled.

  The little boy's  mother came running into the dinning from from the kitchen. "Yes, Leon?" His mother asked.

   "Will I ever be famous?" Leon toothless smiled.

  His mother frowned and picked him up,"Son, as your father said, I wish I was able to believe in you but it's is against the rule. You are a child of Satan. You'll ruin everyone."

  Leon frowned, then it turned into tears. The curly blonded mom wiped his tear from his eyes,"Your father thinks you're a psychopath. Don't tell him this but, I do believe in you."

   She kissed the green haired boy's face. Leon smiled as he clapped his hands,"Thank you, mother!"

  The mother smiled she patted the kids head,"No need to thank me, you need to thank God."

1985 10:00 p.m.

   Leon was already put to sleep. He tossed and turned, all he could hear was his parents fighting. His mom was a beautiful blonde curly haired, hazel eyes, woman. She was absolutely stunning. Her smile was even gorgeous! She was one hell of a woman, she was nice to everyone.

   Her name was Billie Dean, and she hated her husband Hurman Dean. She hated being classy, she doesn't want her song to call her "Mother". Leon had to correct himself before he gets a hit but Billie, oh sweet Billie, she couldn't even hurt a fly. Her husband on the other hand, he's the prick of the house. Hurman thinks his own son is Lucifer, but Billie thinks he's Satan himself.

  Hurman had light green hair, along with blue eyes. Very Pale man compared his beautiful wife. This man despises his wife's love for their son. He heard her claim,"He will most likely become a crazy if I don't love him enough and if you keep beating him!"

Oh dear, Hurman never listens. How did they get married? They used to be the same person but now, Hurman has changed.

  With the beating, it was frequent. If Leon did something wrong, he gets hit, whiched caused him to fail into depression, which makes him fail school, and then it all equals to more beatings.  Of course, Billie didn't want her little boy hurt. She didn't want him to be classy, she didn't want any of this! But no, she has to live in this hell with the spawn of Satan himself.

  Leon's Family, was unhappy. Like he is at the Asylum shit place.

  2005 12:35 p.m.

  "That shit hole thinks giving me pills and therapy would work. That doesn't help shit. It makes me feel numb, and emotionless on the inside. With I was there, there was this little girl, Ezra. Sweetest thing ever. She was in there for depression. Ezra tried killing herself because her family didn't take responsibility with her bullying. I'm happy they saved her, yes, but she doesn't deserve to be in the same building with me. A killer." Leon said to Delilah as they sat at the dinner table.

  Delilah hummed and asked him a question,"How was your family life?"

  Leon dropped the fork he was eating with and death glared the girl,"What are you, my therapist? My family life shouldn't matter to you."

  Delilah frowned a little as she continued to eat more of the dinner. The dinner was simple, spaghetti and meatballs. Leon had nothing else to cook and Delilah wanted to make something easy.

  Leon liked the dinner so he smiled at Delilah and said,"Thank you."

The girl smiled at his politeness. "My mom was a mom and my dad was 'Satan'. He hit me almost everyday." Leon spoke up.

Delilah nodded her head and said her part,"My mom died when I was 3, my dad tried his best to support the family. My sister's and I believed in him. He made a bunch of money now."

  Leon smiled widely. "How old are you?" He asked.

Delilah gasped,"How rude!"

Leon's hazel eyes widen and he apologized. "I'm just kidding, bucko. I'm 22 years old."

  Leon nodded,"Im 25."

   Delilah smiled and joked,"Grandpa,"

Leon frowned,"Its better than the age gap between my mom and my dad. My mom was 25 when I was five, my dad was 36?"

"Oh...I-" Delilah was stunned.

  Leon laughed. Delilah looked at him weirdly. He's weirdly wonderful and caring. Like his mother but she wasn't weird. She didn't hurt people. But Leon and his father, they did but one was way worse.

 

 
 

 

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