The Backstories: William Afton (Book 1/5)

Chapter 1

"William James Afton!" a loud rumble bounced against the wall, vibrating into William's already aching head. He rubbed it gently as a much softer voice, barely audible, floated through to him.
"Oliver. Give it a rest.. He's al-" his mother's voice was cut short and quickly replaced with a blood-curdling scream that tore through the neighbourhood. He wished someone would knock on their door, ask if everything was okay, or even better: pull his father off, who was probably beating the hell out his mother. But no. No one dared knock on the Afton family's door when Oliver was in a bad mood, which was seemingly all the time. Each member would have at least one permanent scar from Oliver Afton. But for William, it was much worse. He knew his siblings had labled him the 'Favourite Child' as he had heard them whispering in the halls as he walked past. 'At least YOU don't get pulled out of your nice warm bed  in  the middle of the night into the basement, just to get beaten' he'd thought bitterly as he passed his two sisters - Alica and Blair - in the kitchen once. It wasn't that he didn't love them, but they seemed distant enough that to anyone who didn't know them, they'd look more like acquaintances rather than siblings. If anything, Blair seemed to the the favourite child and she often ended up with the least marks at the end of the day out of all of them.
The scream still hung on the air, and William cringed. It wasn't like his mother to scream. No one in this house screamed during a beating. Everyone knew that it was Oliver who ended up doing the yelling and cursing in the end, everyone knew better than to give in and let out a scream of pain and agony. Because if they let one slip, the beating would be so much worse, it would be so much harder to back out and escape. Not that you ever could escape really. The only time one of his siblings had escaped, was when his mother had come to Hayden's rescue by plucking him from the house and dropping him off at his soccer training.
He could hear his father as the thuds vibrated through the hallway, ringing loud and tormenting in his ears. He began  to slowly trudge towards the living room, awaiting a punishment for some the never did. When William stepped into the room, he wasn't surprised at the scene. His father had Madeline backed up against the wall, kissing her passionately. Great.. he's drunk.. they were like this. Oliver would be beating the shit out of his wife one minute, kissing her and acting like nothing was wrong the next and then go back to beating her if she rejected his advances. William was worried for his mother's safety. What if one day, these 'passionate and loving'  moments turned into a full on rape? William shuddered and bowed his head as he approached his father.
"Hello father.."
His father turned around slowly.
"What did you call me?" He now looked enraged as he lifted his hand above a cowering young boy...