"Andrew come here right now." Michael yelled, a loud echo surrounded the house.
I ran downstairs as fast as I could, he was always angry at me. Always. He considered any way of torture towards a twelve year old and it seemed like he grew up in the medieval times.
"Y-yes, M- Michael." I stuttered looking down at the tiled kitchen floor.
"Come here." he said quietly. He was most scariest when his voice was calm.
I slowly walked towards him, bracing myself for whatever he had in store.
Michael grabbed me by my ear roughly. Twisting and tightening his grip if I tried to wriggle free.
"What did I tell you about leaving dirty fingerprints on your Mum's clean kitchen counter?" He shouted.
His loud voice hurt my ears. I could feel them getting numb and the thought of being death flashed in my brain. It was a possibility.
"I'm s-sorry Michael I c-couldn't reach the dry cloths." I managed to blurt out, fighting the searing pain taking over my ear and face.
He let go. instantly I grabbed my ear. It was a bright red colour, I had lost any feeling in it for a few minutes.
"What did I tell you about calling me Michael?" he said sternly. His dark blue eyes pierced into me. It felt like I was in a horror film whenever we were alone. It seemed like everything had turned black, the walls, the floor, the furniture, everything.
I began to cry silently, what he hated.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I said correctly myself.
He opened his mouth to say something when the jingle of keys came from the door. My mum. I was saved for the day. He walked towards the front door to greet her but before doing so he turned around giving me a stern look which obviously meant. 'Consider yourself lucky.'
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Rebel.
RomanceAfter being in prison for five years, 17 year old Andrew Gerald begins a new way of life after his family neglect him, a life of violence, parties and love. Andrew is mentally tormented by memories of how he ended up in prison but Star, a former vic...
