Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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Flashback~
C O N N O R
I pressed my ear against the door, trying to listen to what they were talking about, but it just sounded more like fighting.
"Listen here Tisha, I'm not giving you custody of Connor." Dad said angrily.
"Why not? I'm his mother and I have every right to have custody over him."
"When have you ever acted like one? You've never cared about him; you always starve him and beat him up when he breaks something. Do you seriously think I would ever let you have custody of my son!?"
What is custody?
"Well he can eat by himself and stop saying that he's your son, he's my son too." Mom yelled angrily. "You're making me sound like a horrible mother. I care about him, Jaxon and I only yell at him when he does something foolish."
"He's a 4-year-old kid. Why don't you understand that? You never act like this towards my other three, so why do you act like this towards him? Is it just because he's not what you wanted?" Dad yelled loudly causing me to flinch.
"Yes." I heard my Mom reply coldly and I didn't quite understand what she meant. "But that doesn't mean I don't care about him. Take your boys with yourself and get out of this house."
I didn't understand why Mom and Dad were fighting over me and custody. I decided to ask my eldest brother, Thibbault, what it meant.
"I'll take custody of Connor." I heard Mom say before I went back to Thibbault's room.
I stepped into the room and saw Thibbault playing on his phone, while Elliot was doing his homework and Maverick was busy playing with his cars.
"Hey, lil bug! Wassup?" Thibbault said to me, cheerfully.
"What is custody?" I asked, walking over to him.
Elliot looked up from his homework, putting his pencil down and glaring at me.
"Were you eavesdropping again?" Tears formed in my eyes at the thought of Elliot not talking to me.
"I-I'm sorry.." I whispered.
"I'm not talking to you, now." He snarled, before he went back to doing his homework.
"I'm sorry, Eli."
"I told you the last time that if you ever eavesdrop on Mom and Dad's conversation again, then I'm going to stop talking to you."
"Are you crying?" Maverick laughed, "You're such a crybaby." He stuck his tongue out at me, as he continued to make fun of me.
"Connor is a crybaby. Connor is a crybaby." He repeated, in a sing-song voice.
