Post by Raisa on Jun 4, 2006 12:50:44 GMT -5
"You worthless whore! You'll never amount to anything on your own! You're disgusting! You know that?!"
"...Y-yes..."
"Don't talk to me! Did I say you could talk, you slut!?" Raisa softly shook his head, his bruised body lay shivering on the ground. "You're lucky you have me here! You'd be nowhere without me here," the large man hissed before giving the small boy one more smack. Raisa's head flew backwards, banging against the wall with a hard 'bang'.
Raisa sat up in bed, covered in sweat. He slowly raised his hand to lightly touch the back of his head, reassuring that that injury wasn't really there anymore. His breaths were quick and shallow as his hand moved from the back of his head to face. He softly ran a hand over his face, checking for any other past pains.
He couldn't take this! Tabor was in the past! He had to get over this! That horrid man wasn't going to hurt him anymore- he couldn't!
Raisa cried- he always did after those dreams... those memories. He tried to stay quiet, Asir was probably sleeping now, too, and the walls weren't all that thick.
When Raisa had arrived on Jeskara, he'd been scared to death. He'd heard so many unpleasant stories and he despised the place. But when Terul and Asir had seen him, poor without his parents' influence; bruised; and alone, they took him in. The old couple's youngest child had just recently found his mate and moved away, and stated that the house was lonely and the cafe was short on employees. They took him in and fixed him up, taking care of him in exchange for him working at the cafe they owned which was located first floor of their two-story house. He wasn't afraid of Jeskara anymore.
When the little Zercan's tears had dried up, he stiffly climbed out of bed, careful of his round stomach. He may hate the father, but he cared deeply for the life within him. He quickly showered and dressed before going downstairs to find both Terul and Asir working at the semi-full cafe. He waved to his new "parents" then waddled over and took a seat at the cash register, his designated job, and practically the only thing they would allow him to do in his fourth month of pregnancy.
"...Y-yes..."
"Don't talk to me! Did I say you could talk, you slut!?" Raisa softly shook his head, his bruised body lay shivering on the ground. "You're lucky you have me here! You'd be nowhere without me here," the large man hissed before giving the small boy one more smack. Raisa's head flew backwards, banging against the wall with a hard 'bang'.
Raisa sat up in bed, covered in sweat. He slowly raised his hand to lightly touch the back of his head, reassuring that that injury wasn't really there anymore. His breaths were quick and shallow as his hand moved from the back of his head to face. He softly ran a hand over his face, checking for any other past pains.
He couldn't take this! Tabor was in the past! He had to get over this! That horrid man wasn't going to hurt him anymore- he couldn't!
Raisa cried- he always did after those dreams... those memories. He tried to stay quiet, Asir was probably sleeping now, too, and the walls weren't all that thick.
When Raisa had arrived on Jeskara, he'd been scared to death. He'd heard so many unpleasant stories and he despised the place. But when Terul and Asir had seen him, poor without his parents' influence; bruised; and alone, they took him in. The old couple's youngest child had just recently found his mate and moved away, and stated that the house was lonely and the cafe was short on employees. They took him in and fixed him up, taking care of him in exchange for him working at the cafe they owned which was located first floor of their two-story house. He wasn't afraid of Jeskara anymore.
When the little Zercan's tears had dried up, he stiffly climbed out of bed, careful of his round stomach. He may hate the father, but he cared deeply for the life within him. He quickly showered and dressed before going downstairs to find both Terul and Asir working at the semi-full cafe. He waved to his new "parents" then waddled over and took a seat at the cash register, his designated job, and practically the only thing they would allow him to do in his fourth month of pregnancy.
