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Title: Pain
Series: Game Over
Character: Nat, mention of Chase and Isylu
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst, abuse
Pain flared through his back as it hit the edge of the fireplace mantel. He grimaced, not only in pain but in disgust as the smell of whiskey hovered right in front of his face.
"Where 's she?" David Smith growled, his black eyes slightly unfocused as he glared at his son.
Nathair turned his face away in hopes of breathing fresh air. The grips on his arms tightened warningly. Clenching his teeth, he could feel his temple pulsing.
"I don't know," lied the teenager.
Pain again--this time in his abdomen.
"Don' like t' me, Boy," the larger man slurred. "Tell me where yer sister 's."
Nathair looked toward the kitchen. There, at the dinner table, sat his mother in her forget-me-not blue sun dress, sipping idly at her tea as she read the entertainment section of the newspaper. Everyone thought she was so perfect. Did perfect mothers allow their children to be beaten?
David grabbed the raven-haired youth's jaw and forced his attention back to himself. Angry black met defiant green.
"'s she with tha' disgrace of a boy Parker?"
When Nathair remained silent, David pulled his son forward before reslamming him against the wall. Nathair looked down at the sound o fmetal clicking. David was taking off his belt. In the next instant, Nathair was on the floor and gasping in pain as metal whipped against his back.
The screen door squealed as his sister walked in.
"Daddy?"
Nat sat up quickly, his eyes wide as he stared into the darkness of his room. He was just waiting for his father to appear with that damned belt in his hand. His quick breathing quelled. He laid back down--unable to sleep as he stared at the ceiling.
Nat was just thankful that Chase was out tonight instead of being there for him. Nat hated lying to the other man. Shaking his head, he turned over to stare, instead, at the beside table.
He couldn't help but wonder what Isylu was dreaming about right now.
Series: Game Over
Character: Nat, mention of Chase and Isylu
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst, abuse
Pain flared through his back as it hit the edge of the fireplace mantel. He grimaced, not only in pain but in disgust as the smell of whiskey hovered right in front of his face.
"Where 's she?" David Smith growled, his black eyes slightly unfocused as he glared at his son.
Nathair turned his face away in hopes of breathing fresh air. The grips on his arms tightened warningly. Clenching his teeth, he could feel his temple pulsing.
"I don't know," lied the teenager.
Pain again--this time in his abdomen.
"Don' like t' me, Boy," the larger man slurred. "Tell me where yer sister 's."
Nathair looked toward the kitchen. There, at the dinner table, sat his mother in her forget-me-not blue sun dress, sipping idly at her tea as she read the entertainment section of the newspaper. Everyone thought she was so perfect. Did perfect mothers allow their children to be beaten?
David grabbed the raven-haired youth's jaw and forced his attention back to himself. Angry black met defiant green.
"'s she with tha' disgrace of a boy Parker?"
When Nathair remained silent, David pulled his son forward before reslamming him against the wall. Nathair looked down at the sound o fmetal clicking. David was taking off his belt. In the next instant, Nathair was on the floor and gasping in pain as metal whipped against his back.
The screen door squealed as his sister walked in.
"Daddy?"
Nat sat up quickly, his eyes wide as he stared into the darkness of his room. He was just waiting for his father to appear with that damned belt in his hand. His quick breathing quelled. He laid back down--unable to sleep as he stared at the ceiling.
Nat was just thankful that Chase was out tonight instead of being there for him. Nat hated lying to the other man. Shaking his head, he turned over to stare, instead, at the beside table.
He couldn't help but wonder what Isylu was dreaming about right now.