This wasn't something a ten year old should be doing. Especially with a dangerous family. They're unpredictable, anything could happen in here and no one could help. They all were afraid of his family, even him. Dustin looked around the house that brought back sickening memories. The house smelled of beer, smoke, molding carpet, and the old clothes. Clothes lied scattered everywhere, the carpet under the couch starting to mold, beer cans crushed and flowing over the rim of the trash can, and the couch was torn like knives cut through them. That was only the living room.
Dustin walked around making sure the camera saw everything. "Mom?" Dustin called. No response. "Dad?" Dustin called again. Still there was no response. "Must be out.... There's nothing better to do..." Dustin started to clean up the clothes and take out the trash. Two hours flew by and he finished cleaning the living room and the last of the kitchen. Dustin was exhausted from the day already but he still had more work to do. Now it was time to do the lawn work. Dustin walked out and stretched in the warm rays of the sun. Other kids started to come out and play, the park was full of people, some grownups relaxed on their porches, people were out for a jog, and the sky cleared up letting the sun shine. The neighborhood was back.
For two hours things were like this. Till a black cube car made its way down the road slowly. Kids ran away fast, parents ran inside with their children locking their doors, no one was out anymore, and the sky was gray and gloomy once again. The car pulled up the driveway and parked. It was none other than his old parents. The black doors opened and they stepped out and in front of him.
"Hello Dustin~" His mother hissed at him who was annoyed and mad at seeing him. "Why'd you come back? I thought we got rid of you!" His father slurred obviously drunk meaning mother had to drive. "I came back to help those who can't take care of themselves." Dustin replied coolly shooting back an offensive comment. Dustin's head snapped to the side with sound of skin meeting skin. "Don't you dare talk to us like that!" His mother Clarissa yelled. Dustin didn't even cry about the hit, even though it hurt a lot because he learned if you show you're weak in some way they'll do the same thing again and again until you break.
"Come on kid. You got lots of work to do." His father Mike spat walking away. Dustin's mother did the same thing following behind his father, walking in the house. "Ooh. Looks like someone was eager for their chores." His father snickered at the now partially clean house. "Yeah I just wanted to surprise you." Dustin said sarcastically rolling his eyes. "Was that sarcasm I heard boy?" His father growled narrowing his eyes somewhat turning to face him. "Let him go do some more useless junk Mike. He's not worth our time." His mother spat the last part with so much venom it hurt Dustin more than any physical pain he had felt. "Your right Clarissa. He's not worth it." Mike grumbled the last part looking dazed.
"Good now give him some crap to do! I'm going to take a nap..." Clarissa mumbled going inside the house leaving the two boys outside. Mike, who was quite mad already, huffed and gave Dustin a huge list of things to do before he stomped off in a huff. "These are going to be the longest days of my life." Dustin said to himself before starting the list of chores and crossing them off the list.
