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Chapter 1
“I’m sorry Daddy!” pleaded little 6 year old Tyler after he spilt his milk all over the floor. But his cry didn’t stop and Daddy hit him. He slapped little Tyler across his face making him scream in pain and leaving a very bright red hand print on his face. Mommy stood there, in shock. She had never seen Daddy hit and of her children. It was like her mouth was sown shut, she was speechless, socked, stunned. Daddy stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed his briefcase and left for work.
“Come on hunny,” said Mommy, “get your stuff; I’ll take you to school today.”
Tyler usually took the bus to Belmont Elementary school. The hand print on Tyler’s face had disappeared by the time they got to school. Mommy was driving her new car that Daddy had bought her just the other day. She was wearing a silk blouse and a very expensive suit with a cashmere scarf, it was winter. Little Tyler was wearing an old, stained shirt from last year and a pair of ripped jeans that were a little too short for him. His sneakers were a worn down from playing at the park all summer with Mommy, and they were a little cold since it was November. Mommy always asked Daddy if she could buy him new clothes but he said they worked just fine. But the thing was they didn’t. He was always cold because his jacket wasn’t warm enough.
When little Tyler got to school, his teacher gasped, she saw the bruise on his eye from this morning. She asked but happened.
“I fell down the stairs this morning.” Tyler lied. That’s when it all started. That moment he realized, only at 6 years old, that he didn’t want anyone to know what had happened and he felt like Daddy was going to hit him again if he told somebody. So he kept it a secret, and so did Mommy.
When daddy came home that night he looked like he felt better, but he didn’t even say he was sorry to Tyler for hitting him. Tyler was the youngest in his family; he has one older sister and two older brothers, Cassie, Ryan, and Dyllan. Cassie was only about four years older than Tyler but Ryan was seven years older and Dyllan was 10 years older. Dyllan didn’t like what Daddy had done to Tyler, but he didn’t say anything because he too was scared. Now Ryan and Cassie didn’t care, they didn’t like Tyler. They thought he was talking away Mommy from them, so they teased him and bullied him at school and at home.
Before supper Daddy told Tyler to go to his room without supper. Tyler screamed “WHY?!” and started crying. It only took one step towards Tyler and the raise of his hand and Tyler started running to his room, but Daddy was faster. He pulled Tyler back down the stairs and hit him again, but this time it wasn’t just a slap but a punch in the stomach. He crumpled to the ground crying in pain, his stomach felt like it was on fire, like a needle pierced in the stomach, like someone had put a knife right though him. Mommy started to get up to run to Tyler’s side but Daddy yelled at her saying “SIT THE FUCK DOWN!!! Leave him there he deserved what he got and more.” Mommy sat back down slowly, a single tear slid down her cheek as she heard her little baby lie on the floor and scream in pain.
Tyler limped up the stairs clutching his stomach; he didn’t ask for help, he didn’t speak at all because he knew Daddy would hit him again. He became so terrified of Daddy, the one who used to pick him up and spin him around when he got home. The one who used to call Tyler his little boy, his prized possession, what happened to that Daddy?


*9 Years Later*




Chapter 2
”GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!” screamed Daddy at Tyler. Tyler was now 15 years old. All of his siblings had moved out and his favorite sibling and oldest brother had moved out seven years ago, so he had no one to look up at to depend on. Dyllan still tried to talk to him all the time, but Daddy usually wouldn’t let him, because he thought that Dyllan was a no good worthless piece of shit just like Tyler, those were his exact words as Dyllan was walking through that door the day he turned 18.
Tyler lay in his bed crying, silently. So his dad wouldn’t come in and beat the shit out of him again, but he was going to anyways. Just like every other day. And that’s what Daddy did. He came in and told Tyler to get up and face him, no he ordered him to just like he were a dog or some animal. And that’s exactly what Tyler did he stood up in front of Daddy.
“Oh you think you’re so tough to stand up to me like that?!” Daddy yelled at Tyler. But he was just simply doing what Daddy had told him to do. But he closed his eyes and waited for the blow. And just like that Tyler dropped to his knees after Daddy punched him in the stomach. He kicked and punched Tyler, while he lay on the ground staying as silent as possible, because Daddy hatted it when Tyler spoke. He said he hatted the way his voice sounded. So he just laid there and waited for the beating to be over. But this one lasted unusually long. Daddy did something he had never done; he picked Tyler up and threw him against the wall, hard. He did it again, and again, and again, until Tyler was finally out.
He woke up hours later, it was 1 am. He felt horrible. He ached, his entire body hurt everytime he moved. He heard people arguing downstairs. He wondered what was going on at 1 o’clock in the morning. He peaked out of his door and it was Mommy and Daddy yelling at each other. Mommy started to go upstairs and when tyler saw her coming he closed the door and limped into bed, but Mommy knew he was awake. She came in very quietly.
“hi hunny. Its Mommy. Get up were going somewhere.” Soothed Mommy.
“where?” tyler asked very quietly so Daddy couldn’t hear.
“away from here.” Said Mommy. She started packing his stuff up in a suit case. She grabbed his clothes, most of them, his notebooks and sketchbooks, and his drawing tools. Tyler loved to draw and he was very good at it, but only Mommy and his art teacher knew how good he was. If Daddy ever found out he would beat him for being such a pussy. Tyler was very passionate about drawing. It would make him feel a little better after a beating, even though it may hurt his hand or arm, but drawing eased some of the pain.
Mommy asked tyler to get up and walk with her. He did, but it hurt and he stuggled very much. But he would do anything for his mom. He slowly walked down the stairs with her, wincing at every step, but he knew Mommy had him. They walked passed Daddy and he glared at both of them with those evil eyes. He had no clue what they were doing, only that they were leaving him forever. They go into the car and started driving. Tyler had blacked out.
“he has a severe concussion Mrs. Ronald, and a few broken and bruised ribs. How did this happen Mrs. Ronald? He didn’t just fall down the stairs this time.” The doctor said.
Mommy, Mrs. Ronald, started to cry and told the doctor her husband had been doing that to Tyler since he was six years old. He let her cry there and told her it was going to be ok, that he would call the cops,a nd that soothed her a little bit.
“why hadn’t you told anyone earlier?” asked Doctor Palmer.
“I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. He hit me too but not as near as much as Tyler.” Replied Mrs. Ronald.
“I understand, I will make sure the court doesn’t accuse you of child abuse also.” Said Dr. Palmer.
“thank you doctor.” Mrs. Ronald thank him.
Tyler spoke so his mom would know he was awake. “we’re going to be alright?” he asked Mommy.
“yes hunny, we’re going to be alright” she said as she held him and hugged him. After Tyler healed and got discharged from the hospital, they moved to California.


Chapter 3
Tyler became enrolled into a new school and Mommy got a new job, a well-paying one at that. But Tyler had become severely depressed, his mom didn’t notice though, because she was used to him not talking much. She just thought that everything was better, that everything was normal. She didn’t even notice any of the little scratches on his arms. That’s what they start out as, little scratches.
School started and Tyler was the new kid. Everyone looked at him, like he was a freak, like some kind of animal. He wore black skinny jeans, a black shirt with “Suicide Silence” on it and a black and dark grey stripped hoodie. He had on black high top Converse. His hair was black and long, it had layers and it covered his face just like an “emo” kid. He just kept his head down and didn’t talk to anyone. One of his new teachers made him stand in the front of the class and introduce himself, he said his name was Tyler and tried to sit down, but his teacher wouldn’t let him. He forced Tyler to stand at the front of the class while people asked him questions. One kid asked, “Are you emo? Like do you like cut yourself and stuff?” Tyler just ignored him. He finally got to sit down after his teacher realized he didn’t like to talk and was getting annoyed.
There was one open seat left in the class, it was in the very back, but next to the most beautiful girl Tyler had ever seen. She had pink hair and it was teased and she wore a black bow in her hair. She had on thick eyeliner and bright colored eye shadow. She wore a lot of bracelets, some of them looked big like it was one whole thing. She had on a black tutu, how unusual, thought Tyler. She wore skinny jeans also but they were very bright colored, a lime green and also a black shirt that said “Suicide Silence” on it. She had lip piercings two on both sides of her bottom lip, called shark bites. She also had a septum piercing and a normal nose ring. He sat down next to her and he wanted to talk to her to tell her that she was beautiful, that he loved her shirt, that she was just jaw dropping gorgeous and that he instantly fell in love with her. He noticed something on her hand, a scar, but not just one, many. Like she too, self-harmed. He became very interested and wanted to know her story.
“nice shirt.” She told him.
“uh, thanks.” Tyler replied.
“it’s so sad that Mitch died huh?” she asked him.
“yeah, it is.”
She kept silent after that. That was first period, Biology. Second period was

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