Hey, Kid! Comment Fic
Title: Hey, Kid!
Author:Vamphile
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450 +/-
Summary Prompt = “I can teach you to protect yourself”
Hey, Kid!
He’d had hopes that someone would remember his twelfth birthday. It was stupid, he knew, hopes were just pipe dreams. His old man had told him that too many times to count, but he had hoped that maybe his dad; if not his new step-momma would remember.
His dad was too drunk to remember anything. He’d been laid off, again, and this time, it might be for good, the factory closing permanently. So yeah, his birthday had been rough but that was three days ago, and he figured he looked good enough now to make it to school. He’d managed through, keeping his head down and his story straight. (I jumped off the roof to see if I could fly.) He was a little offended that people thought he was that stupid but whatever. His eye was bloodshot, and the purple was turning yellow and green, but at least he could open it. His ribs might only be bruised and not broken like he’d first thought. He walked past the pawn shops and strip clubs heading towards the convenience store; he wanted a soda and maybe a candy bar.
He was too busy looking down; he walked right into a man. “S…S…Sorry, I was just…” he didn’t look up.
The guy, big hands, dark hair, kind eyes lifted Eliot’s chin and then tilted his head into the sun. “What happened to you, boy?” his voice was deep, a little scary.
“Tried to fly off the roof.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “They believin’ that?”
Eliot shoved his hands in his pockets. “Mostly I think they want to.”
“Damn fools. Come with me.”
“I’m goin’ to get a pop, and I don’t know you.”
The man nodded. “Fair enough. See that place right behind you?”
Eliot looked at the sign, Goodwell Jujitsu and Kickboxing Academy and nodded.
“Come in once you’ve got your pop. I can teach you how to defend yourself.”
Eliot wanted to argue about how much bigger his dad was, how much meaner. How it only took one blow to bring him down but he looked up instead and asked the man sincerely. “Can you teach me, for real?”
He nodded and Eliot turned to follow him. “Don’t want the candy so much I guess”
It didn’t happen all at once, but three months later, when his father tried to lay a messy right cross against his jaw Eliot ducked and fought back and for the first time in his life. His anger worked for him.
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Author:Vamphile
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450 +/-
Summary Prompt = “I can teach you to protect yourself”
Hey, Kid!
He’d had hopes that someone would remember his twelfth birthday. It was stupid, he knew, hopes were just pipe dreams. His old man had told him that too many times to count, but he had hoped that maybe his dad; if not his new step-momma would remember.
His dad was too drunk to remember anything. He’d been laid off, again, and this time, it might be for good, the factory closing permanently. So yeah, his birthday had been rough but that was three days ago, and he figured he looked good enough now to make it to school. He’d managed through, keeping his head down and his story straight. (I jumped off the roof to see if I could fly.) He was a little offended that people thought he was that stupid but whatever. His eye was bloodshot, and the purple was turning yellow and green, but at least he could open it. His ribs might only be bruised and not broken like he’d first thought. He walked past the pawn shops and strip clubs heading towards the convenience store; he wanted a soda and maybe a candy bar.
He was too busy looking down; he walked right into a man. “S…S…Sorry, I was just…” he didn’t look up.
The guy, big hands, dark hair, kind eyes lifted Eliot’s chin and then tilted his head into the sun. “What happened to you, boy?” his voice was deep, a little scary.
“Tried to fly off the roof.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “They believin’ that?”
Eliot shoved his hands in his pockets. “Mostly I think they want to.”
“Damn fools. Come with me.”
“I’m goin’ to get a pop, and I don’t know you.”
The man nodded. “Fair enough. See that place right behind you?”
Eliot looked at the sign, Goodwell Jujitsu and Kickboxing Academy and nodded.
“Come in once you’ve got your pop. I can teach you how to defend yourself.”
Eliot wanted to argue about how much bigger his dad was, how much meaner. How it only took one blow to bring him down but he looked up instead and asked the man sincerely. “Can you teach me, for real?”
He nodded and Eliot turned to follow him. “Don’t want the candy so much I guess”
It didn’t happen all at once, but three months later, when his father tried to lay a messy right cross against his jaw Eliot ducked and fought back and for the first time in his life. His anger worked for him.
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