Dammit, he was late again. Running at lightening speed, Kurai prayed
he'd make it home in time. He leaped over the hedges and cut across his
neighbor's yard. Skidding to a halt, he saw what made his heart pound more.
The silver BMW was parked on the driveway in front of his house. Shaking,
he walked up the front steps and turned the doorknob.
No one seemed to be in the house when he stepped in. Good, maybe, just maybe, he could sneak into his room without being caught. He quietly sprinted up the stairs.
A hand grabbed his collar and forced him back. Is father's face appeared in front of him and was growling in anger. Dammit, he knew it was too good to be true.
"Where the fuck have you been?" his father hissed. Kurai could smell strong alcohol on his breath.
"I was h-held back for s-soccer practice, 'cause there's this big game tomorrow." the boy stammered, "Sorry it took so long." A fist collided into his skull.
"I want no excuses," his father roared, punching his head after every word. "You come home right after school and not a minute later, you hear me?" Kurai was thrown against the wall, who gasped in pain and dizziness.
"Yes, father." He managed out weakly. His father then shoved his son down the stairs and ran down after him. Kurai's already throbbing head hit the hard floor and stung pain throughout his skull.
"I tell you more than a million times and still you disobey me!" he barked, kicking the boy in the ribs, making him choke in pain. "I'll teach you to obey me yet!" He threw Kurai across the room and into the living, where he landed skidding on the carpet, giving him several rug burns. After a while, when his father was satisfied the carpet was soaked with enough blood, he ordered, "Go clean that mess up and do your homework." And left the house to drink party and drink some more.
No one seemed to be in the house when he stepped in. Good, maybe, just maybe, he could sneak into his room without being caught. He quietly sprinted up the stairs.
A hand grabbed his collar and forced him back. Is father's face appeared in front of him and was growling in anger. Dammit, he knew it was too good to be true.
"Where the fuck have you been?" his father hissed. Kurai could smell strong alcohol on his breath.
"I was h-held back for s-soccer practice, 'cause there's this big game tomorrow." the boy stammered, "Sorry it took so long." A fist collided into his skull.
"I want no excuses," his father roared, punching his head after every word. "You come home right after school and not a minute later, you hear me?" Kurai was thrown against the wall, who gasped in pain and dizziness.
"Yes, father." He managed out weakly. His father then shoved his son down the stairs and ran down after him. Kurai's already throbbing head hit the hard floor and stung pain throughout his skull.
"I tell you more than a million times and still you disobey me!" he barked, kicking the boy in the ribs, making him choke in pain. "I'll teach you to obey me yet!" He threw Kurai across the room and into the living, where he landed skidding on the carpet, giving him several rug burns. After a while, when his father was satisfied the carpet was soaked with enough blood, he ordered, "Go clean that mess up and do your homework." And left the house to drink party and drink some more.