Jeremiah Thomas is pretty much your average 25 year old, except for the fact that he works under an organisation of villains, killed countless heroes and landed his own father in the hospital for months amongst an array of other things. In a world w...
Screams echoed through their cramped, two bedroom apartment; hurt radiated through the walls and corridors. "Stop! Papa stop! Please!" Four-year old Jeremiah screams, loud sobs escaping him as he begged his father to stop. "You're nothing more than the son of a whore! I am not your father!" He shouts, his wife -Jeremiah's mother- flinching at her husband's words. She could only watch with weeping eyes and heart. "I'm sorry honey bun... it's for your own good." She mutters, she hated seeing her baby - her own child - hurt. "Shut up woman! It's your fault he's being hurt! You may as well be the one making the blows on the boy!" "A-a-alistar-" She stutters, hands shaking. "Go on Mary! He's your son! You hurt him! May as well do it more!" Her husband yelled, stepping away from the sobbing, quivering boy on the floor. "I'm sorry baby..." Mary says, heading towards her son and yanking him up by the arm. "Mama! No! Please!" Jeremiah yelled, shaking all over and in hysterics and shame with his arms held over his face. "We're leaving, Alistar!" Mary Thomas yelled, dragging a sobbing, screaming Jeremiah out of the apartment door. "Fine! You won't last a night without me!" Said man yelled before his wife slammed the door and raced down the street with her child...
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My first original story on this website! I've got plenty of short stories and stuff so I'll post them in a oneshot book. I'm starting a new school in September and so I have to start writing more so I'm not stuck during English class lol. I'll update my fanfics soon tho!
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