Alistair's Full backstory

Chapter 4

Alistair woke up in an unfamiliar place. He shot up from the bed he was in. He looked around the room. Blue walls, blue carpet, TV and desk.

“Mom? Dad?” He asked himself and looked around. He got up  and headed towards the door. He opened it rubbing his eye.

He froze.

He wasn't in his house at all, he was in his neighbours house.

He headed downstairs, confused and scared. He didn't know why he was here...

He heard furious screaming. He knew that rough and heartless voice anywhere...his father.

He walked over to the patio doors, peaking out of them.

He saw his father pinning his neighbour down onto the cold, hard concrete ground, his hand wrapped around his neck choking him.

Alistair stared in shock. What in the hell  going on!?

He wanted to go intervene, he really did but fear consumed him whole and he stepped back in fear.

Alistair gasped and fell onto his bottom, staring blankly at the one banana peel on the floor that he tripped over. His breathing began to quicken as his father turned ti face the quivering young vampire staring at him.

Tears began to stream down his cheek, his eye shining with a beg for his father mercy. His father’s angered face would not turn soft, it only got worse. He held his neighbor up his brown hair, turn shoved his hand through his stomach then pulled it back out.

He started coughing as he was thrown to the ground. His coughs soon became weak and as his eyes began to close he took his final breath before dying.

Alistair stared, his eye widening in shock. He felt like screaming, he wanted to shout and cry. But he fought back the urge. He stayed silent.

His father walked over to him and grabbed him by his neck holding him up, choking him.

Alistair’s hand gripped onto his father's desperately trying to get his hand off his neck. Alistair felt a tightness form in his chest, as if his lungs were trying to give a signal to his brain that he needed a breath.

Alistair began to choke, his legs began to kick back and forth in attempt to get free. It only took up his energy, his asthma getting the better of him.

His father dropped him to the floor leaving him to cough violently and wheeze. Emilie walked into the room and covered her mouth, she ran out again and came back with an inhaler. She quickly gave it to Alistair.

Alistair looked at the grey tiled floor and started to cry again. Although, even after all this...his father hadn't given up. He grabbed Alistair by the arm and dragged him out to the car throwing him inside the back of it.

His mother gently took Emilie's hand with a gentle smile and lead her out to the car opening the door for her, she then got inside.

Alistair looked down at the car floor, his eyes blank with emotion. He knew exactly what was hoping to happen next.

Rape. Or even...beatings.

Either one of them was bad, and yet every time it was always more painful. Every time a new day came, along came another beating. A new weapon. One less strand of sanity.

Fear swallowed Alistair hold as he dragged into the bedroom belonging to his father and he was thrown onto the bed.

Tears began to fall down his cheek again as his breathing began to quicken. He stared at his father who was unbuttoning his pants.

He got off the bed and went for the door, but before he could even get a step closer to the door he was back on the bed and felt a sharp pain in his ass. He began to scream, cry and make so much noise.

When a vampire screams, it can be heard from miles away. Which meant that their whole town would be able to hear his screams of agony.

Louder. Louder. Louder!

The screams only got louder by the second, louder.

Alistair’s hands gripped the bed covers tightly, more and more tears pouring down. He turned to the window, seeing bright red and blue flashing lights.

Upon seeing this, his father stopped. He stared. He changed again and left the quivering Alistair to lay on the bed with a pained expression all while he tried not to pass out.

Blood began to pour out his hole...he was scared, in pain and more importantly, struggling.

Struggling to keep himself awake, to hold on, to not have panic attacks. It didn't work.

He slowly got off the bed, his legs shaky. He heard screams, his father's voice yelling...Emilie crying...he hated his life. He hated it all. Maybe...just...maybe...

Hmm...

I wonder...