Second Chance

Prolong

He sits silently, not a peep could be heard from the boy.  In fear of Her whip. Or worse the boyfriend. He would gladly spend the rest of his life in the basement to avoid him and his toys. The basement shuddered and groan under neath their weight as they moved about, talking to their gust that had arrived earlier that night. He hoped that his mother was not going to sell him again like they have done before. His prayers fell death ears as he heard his mother boyfriend footfalls on the concrete steps as he came to fetch the boy. Thump. Thump.Thump came the sound of his heavy Harley Davidson boots on the steps. The footfalls did not match his heart beat, his heart was beating much faster than ever when he say the knife in his hand. For the first time in his young life, he was terrified.

"Get up you little bastered, time to work."

He Shouted at the boy. He had never liked the child, for he felt the child was completely useless and could do nothing but sit on the floor and cry. Even if the boy cleaned the house,cooked the meals, and made sure they have clean clothes and were happy. He found problems with everything he did. No matter if the floor was spotless, he would make the boy clean it again. if their was no dirty clothes he would make them dirty so the boy would have to clean them. Why he would do these things to a boy that looked  no older than 5 was a mystery to everyone but the man. The man knew what he was doing was wrong but he could not help it that he found pleasure in tormenting the child. But than again every one did. 

"Come one mutt get up their. We have a surprise for you little boy."

When ever their was a surprise for him it wasn't good. The last surprise he got, left him weak, naked, and bruised.

They ascended the concrete stairs to the first level of the house. Their was a small t.v near the back door where he remembered his mother use to sit to read a book that she had liked. The couch was old and torn in some places, stained in others. The table in front of it had newspaper on it and a strange white substance that looked like sugar. But he knew not to touch the strange powder or his mother would be angry. Off to the left was the small kitchen where he would cook them dinner and the small round table where his mother ad her boyfriend would eat dinner leaving him to site on the floor and beg like a fucking dog. There set a man with white hair, a regular t-shirt and dark-wash jeans. a pair of DC sneaker decorated his feet, and around his neck hung a pendent of turquoise.