((Since being around for a while I've always wanted to start writing Nicho's past. So here it goes. I hope you enjoy.))
It all started like this.
He knocks the book out from in front of me, hitting the side of my head with it causing me to hit the floor hard. "I am sick of tired of you not helping out around here! You have been home from school for two hours and you have just been sitting around in your room and reading your stupid books!" He grabbed me by the shirt and gripped it tightly as he pulled me up parallel to his eyes with my feet dangling off the ground. "You are nothing but a worthless little twerp that needs to learn some backbone and I'm gonna give it to ya even if I have to kill you to do it!" His whiskey breath pierced my eyes causing them to tear up. He slammed me back down to the floor. Immediately I crawled my way into the corner. "Dad, I promise I'll go do it right now, honest!" "Shut up!" I moved my legs just in time as he took a long hard swipe at them with filled bottle of whiskey. He fell to the floor close to my legs, but that gave me time to run away from him. I made it outside into the streets, but could still hear my dad's cursing and drunken yelling. I ran to the park across the street. It was raining but I still got made it away from him . The rain continued to beat me over the head as I sat at down onto the bench. I tucked my head low into my shoulders just in case if he had been out looking for me know now, he would mistaken me for one of the homeless children wondering the park.
"So what's your next move, kid?"
It all started like this.
I sat at the foot of my bed, cold and still eye deep into a book. I was only thirteen years old then and reading was my only escape from my own life. Of course noise surrounded me while I was tuned into the pages. Usually with a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a balled-enraged fist in the other, my dad would be cursing at me. His heavy stumbling footsteps came down thumping through the hallway. My mom would have stopped him, but she is no longer with us.
"Michael! "
His heavy fist hit up against my room door hard and loud. I flinched, but I still kept my eyes glued to the book. "Yea dad? I'm in here."
"Michael! "
His heavy fist hit up against my room door hard and loud. I flinched, but I still kept my eyes glued to the book. "Yea dad? I'm in here."
"Didn't I tell you to take the trash out!?" He exploded through the door raging. He was still holding the bottle of alcohol in his hand tightly.
"I was going to do it, dad. I'm just finishing this book." I still didn't move or want to flinch in front of him. I was afraid if I would have he would strike me. It didn't matter.
He knocks the book out from in front of me, hitting the side of my head with it causing me to hit the floor hard. "I am sick of tired of you not helping out around here! You have been home from school for two hours and you have just been sitting around in your room and reading your stupid books!" He grabbed me by the shirt and gripped it tightly as he pulled me up parallel to his eyes with my feet dangling off the ground. "You are nothing but a worthless little twerp that needs to learn some backbone and I'm gonna give it to ya even if I have to kill you to do it!" His whiskey breath pierced my eyes causing them to tear up. He slammed me back down to the floor. Immediately I crawled my way into the corner. "Dad, I promise I'll go do it right now, honest!" "Shut up!" I moved my legs just in time as he took a long hard swipe at them with filled bottle of whiskey. He fell to the floor close to my legs, but that gave me time to run away from him. I made it outside into the streets, but could still hear my dad's cursing and drunken yelling. I ran to the park across the street. It was raining but I still got made it away from him . The rain continued to beat me over the head as I sat at down onto the bench. I tucked my head low into my shoulders just in case if he had been out looking for me know now, he would mistaken me for one of the homeless children wondering the park.
A man cleared his throat who was sitting across from the bench I had sat down at. I looked up nervously and saw a chess board on the table between me and the grey haired man sitting across from me. "What is your next move?" The man's voice didn't sound as frightening as his appearance. I just stared at him with my eyes wide in shock. "Well, what are you going to do kid? You either sit here and play or get off the bench." I snapped back into it once the man's voice had become louder. "I-I-I don't know how to play." The man stared at me with a fearing stare when I said that so I just picked up a piece and moved it across the bored. "There." His eyes never moved from my face. "This game is like every other game you play. Especially, life." He makes a move on the board, but still staring into me. I didn't want him to do anything to me, so I just acted on with his conversation and play on the board. "Buh life isn't a game sir." I made my random move on the board as he watched. "Of course it is!" The loud shout as he made his next move came at a coincidental time of the striking thunder in the sky. I flinched, but tried to play it off with looking over my shoulder noticing my dad had been looking out of our apartment window. To get my attention the grey haired man flicked me on my ear. It hurt, but I didn't want him to know it did. I figured if I turned back around to his attention he wouldn't be upset.
"So what's your next move, kid?"