Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Take Back Your Pain ❯ We'll Douse 'Em Down, Babe ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Anaki Of The Blood Wolves 
Rhira
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 919 | Visits: 124 | Status: Work In Progress
Rhira
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.12.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 919 | Visits: 124 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter One: We'll Douse 'Em Down, Babe
~Rhira~
It wasn't a good day, of course, it was never a good day when the devil was involved. Except for the small fact that she wasn't really the devil, but my stepmom. (Personally, I'd prefer the devil, he would be alot nicer.) I'd been left with her by some cruel twist of fate. First my dad and mom divorced, I was six then. My dad hit it big in the lottery, then about three years later he got married again. It seemed like a match made in heaven, (if you count out her marrying him for his money) until she came to live with us that is. It wasn't so terrible at first, she only teased me about my (apparently "girly" sounding) name and ate different colored pills like candy when my father wasn't around. I didn't really care about her then, what do you expect, I was nine. All I cared about was video games and my friends. Well you know, my outlook on the world was gonna change drastically six months later. Why? You may ask.
That's because, boys and girls, that's when my father died.
***
I had just turned ten and was pretty happy about it, my ratty party hat from my first b-day party on my head, strutting around like I was the "man" blowing a party favor at different intervals. Well, first, two of three things happened. One, the phone rang and my stepmom answered, yelling at me to 'stop all that freaking racket, turd!' as she so eloquently put it. I didn't pay her any attention and continued, I was ten, I was the big man on campus, or in other words, I simply didn't care. Two, my stepmom, (Well her name's really Laura, but I refuse to call her that on the grounds that she deserves 'no' respect from me) came over to me with a huge frown on her face, saying something that I didn't bother to understand, 'cause I was still playing my party favor. (Take in mind, I'm just a stupid ten year old.)
Hm, now that I can actually think back on it, the third thing she did was slap the ever-loving crap out of me, knocking my toy from my mouth and halfway across the floor. It was then I was stunned. She had taunted and threatened me, but she'd never hit me. It was then that I decided I'd better listen, lest she backhand me again. Then she delivered the grim news to me.
My father had died during his chemotherapy.
I knew he had lung cancer of course, and, being naive, I though that he wouldn't die from it. So of course it was a shock to hear this, of all things, seep forth from her mouth. She then proceeded to get up and dance with glee. Of course, I knew it was over the lottery money, but what I didn't know was that we both were in for a big surprise.
"The amount of four hundred fifty six million dollars will be left to my son Rhira Salomin Mateo, and the amount of two thousand dollars will be left to my wife Laura Rebecca Mateo." the lawyer states, jumping back as my stepmom slams her fists on the desk.
"What?! Why does that little snot get that much money?! I'm 'his' wife!"
"If you'd like to read the will here it is, your husband, Arthur Clark Mateo wished it so." the lawyer replies, holding out the slip of paper to her. She snatches it out of his hands, skimming it, her gaze growing fiercer by the second as she whips out a lighter; holding it to the paper as she flicks it. "You can go to jail for that, you know?"
She backs off, growling as she lays the paper back on the desk, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me out the door.
***
So here I am today, sixteen, and currently getting cussed out by my stepmom.
"I told you to keep your damn room clean! You're a disgrace to this family you little shit!"
I stared at her, my gaze resting on a point just above her head so it 'seemed' like I was listening. But, sadly, she knew this trick and backhanded me across the face.
"You listen to me when I'm talking to you!" she growls, pointing towards the stairs. "Get up there and clean up now!"
I deadpan my features, not showing any pain to this woman who calls herself my mother as I make my way up the stairs silently.
Life sucked.
It truly, truly did.
But little did I know I was about to meet someone who would change my life at school today, when I just happened to land in detention for being late to class three times in a row.
***
"Who the hell are you wimpy boy?" the girl asks, sneering at me. "And you're in my seat."
~Rhira~
It wasn't a good day, of course, it was never a good day when the devil was involved. Except for the small fact that she wasn't really the devil, but my stepmom. (Personally, I'd prefer the devil, he would be alot nicer.) I'd been left with her by some cruel twist of fate. First my dad and mom divorced, I was six then. My dad hit it big in the lottery, then about three years later he got married again. It seemed like a match made in heaven, (if you count out her marrying him for his money) until she came to live with us that is. It wasn't so terrible at first, she only teased me about my (apparently "girly" sounding) name and ate different colored pills like candy when my father wasn't around. I didn't really care about her then, what do you expect, I was nine. All I cared about was video games and my friends. Well you know, my outlook on the world was gonna change drastically six months later. Why? You may ask.
That's because, boys and girls, that's when my father died.
***
I had just turned ten and was pretty happy about it, my ratty party hat from my first b-day party on my head, strutting around like I was the "man" blowing a party favor at different intervals. Well, first, two of three things happened. One, the phone rang and my stepmom answered, yelling at me to 'stop all that freaking racket, turd!' as she so eloquently put it. I didn't pay her any attention and continued, I was ten, I was the big man on campus, or in other words, I simply didn't care. Two, my stepmom, (Well her name's really Laura, but I refuse to call her that on the grounds that she deserves 'no' respect from me) came over to me with a huge frown on her face, saying something that I didn't bother to understand, 'cause I was still playing my party favor. (Take in mind, I'm just a stupid ten year old.)
Hm, now that I can actually think back on it, the third thing she did was slap the ever-loving crap out of me, knocking my toy from my mouth and halfway across the floor. It was then I was stunned. She had taunted and threatened me, but she'd never hit me. It was then that I decided I'd better listen, lest she backhand me again. Then she delivered the grim news to me.
My father had died during his chemotherapy.
I knew he had lung cancer of course, and, being naive, I though that he wouldn't die from it. So of course it was a shock to hear this, of all things, seep forth from her mouth. She then proceeded to get up and dance with glee. Of course, I knew it was over the lottery money, but what I didn't know was that we both were in for a big surprise.
"The amount of four hundred fifty six million dollars will be left to my son Rhira Salomin Mateo, and the amount of two thousand dollars will be left to my wife Laura Rebecca Mateo." the lawyer states, jumping back as my stepmom slams her fists on the desk.
"What?! Why does that little snot get that much money?! I'm 'his' wife!"
"If you'd like to read the will here it is, your husband, Arthur Clark Mateo wished it so." the lawyer replies, holding out the slip of paper to her. She snatches it out of his hands, skimming it, her gaze growing fiercer by the second as she whips out a lighter; holding it to the paper as she flicks it. "You can go to jail for that, you know?"
She backs off, growling as she lays the paper back on the desk, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me out the door.
***
So here I am today, sixteen, and currently getting cussed out by my stepmom.
"I told you to keep your damn room clean! You're a disgrace to this family you little shit!"
I stared at her, my gaze resting on a point just above her head so it 'seemed' like I was listening. But, sadly, she knew this trick and backhanded me across the face.
"You listen to me when I'm talking to you!" she growls, pointing towards the stairs. "Get up there and clean up now!"
I deadpan my features, not showing any pain to this woman who calls herself my mother as I make my way up the stairs silently.
Life sucked.
It truly, truly did.
But little did I know I was about to meet someone who would change my life at school today, when I just happened to land in detention for being late to class three times in a row.
***
"Who the hell are you wimpy boy?" the girl asks, sneering at me. "And you're in my seat."