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King of Thorns

Post by Batsu on Fri Mar 09, 2018 8:58 pm

"God damn it, Roy! Again?"

Anita Myers paced the kitchen, her blond hair an absolute mess.

"I'm getting really sick and tired of having to pick you up from school every day because you don't know how to behave," she snapped, her annoyance almost tangible. "Don't you get tired of fighting! Why can't you just be like everyone else!?" She gave a frustrated scream and slid the entire rack of dishes onto the floor, shattering plates and glass.

Roy nearly jumped, but he steeled himself, his black eyes watching his mother carefully. He could understand why she was upset, this was the third fight he'd been in this week alone. He knew it was hard for her to leave work to pick him up, but what else was he to do when the other kids were picking on Ricky and Robby and Rita? He couldn't just stand by and do nothing. He frowned as he recalled the things those kids had said about his siblings.

"Eww Rita, why do you always smell like pee?"

"Ricky, do you ever wash your clothes?"

"Robby, it must really suck knowing you're in charge of all of these dirty little brats, but I guess it's to be expected since you're not much better off. Did you bathe today?"

Roy had had enough. He was sick of his siblings being picked on. Robby wasn't a fighter and took everything with a grain of salt because he was autistic, but Roy knew how much he cried when he thought no one was paying any attention. 

"Are you even listening to me?"

Roy snapped out of his daydreaming, rearing backward as his mother came at him like a terrifying force. She hit him clean across the face. The momentum of him trying to back away and the force of the slap caused him to fall out of the chair.

"Didn't I tell you that Wyatt gets tired of seeing you here when he gets off work! Damn it, Roy, he's gonna leave if you keep this shit up."


That was his mother's boyfriend. He refused to call that man his step-dad. Wyatt was a grade A asshole. He beat on them worse than their mother, and he always had it out for Roy. That had been on purpose though. Roy was used to fighting, so he purposely provoked the guy to keep him away from the others.

He picked himself up off the floor. "I won't be here then," Roy spoke, his voice low. He didn't want to be here when Wyatt got home. Wyatt wouldn't slap him around, it was all closed fist with that guy. Roy did his best not to be caught alone in the house with that man. The last time he'd gotten a broken arm, and the time before that the guy had blacked his eye.

"You know I'm getting really sick of that smart ass mouth of yours. Get out! Get the fuck out!" Anita was coming at him again, but Roy was already rushing out the back door. He leaned against the wall as his mother screamed at him from behind the screen door. The tears streamed down his cheeks, and he wiped at them quickly, ignoring the protest in his ribs from where Wyatt had kicked him repeatedly for flunking his math exam. It was hard to study when everyone was always screaming and arguing, or when he was having to help Rita wash and brush out her hair, or help Ricky with his homework, or showing Robby the proper way to fold his clothes, or fixing dinner, or taking a beating, or telling Rita a goodnight story to distract her from Wyatt beating on their mom, or making sure Ricky wasn't trying to cut his wrists again, or making sure Robby was all set for the night or doing the dishes, or any of the other hundred and something tasks he had to complete. All he wanted was to be a normal kid, and yet here he was, fifteen years old, living the life of an adult.

Roy took in a shaky breath and let it out. He had to ditch this place before his mother decided to come out the door. He pushed away from the wall, he climbed over the fence into his neighbor's backyard and started for the alleyway.

He didn't know where he was going, but anywhere seemed better than here. Roy was tired of being responsible for every single person but himself. He loved his siblings, he really did, but he wanted to be a kid. He wanted to play baseball. Go to school and learn. He wanted to be somebody, but the way it was looking, he'd never be anybody.

"The white soul can't protect you forever and the Flower will soon wither. The dragon knows the truth, and when the spirit of the water strikes it deal, darkness will rise and humanity will weep." ~Uriyuu

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