Wolf Jager (w0lf_pack) wrote in preeverafter, @ 2009-11-30 20:19:00 |
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Who: Wolf and his mother Gabriella
What: Wolf comes home and his mother is waiting
When: April 1994 then flash forward to May 1994
Where: Gabriella's house
Rating: R for much language and much violence
[ooc: The views expressed in this post is not shared with the author and is merely used for plot device.]
April 1994
Wolf was sure he was going to get caught again. The fourth time he’d snuck out of his house in the past three weeks and he’d still been lucky enough to not get spotted. Adjusting his shirt, too big on his slim frame, the teen easily climbed the tree outside his room and slipped inside the half open window. His worn out converse silently crossed his worn gray carpet that was littered with stains of every possible food and drink known to man. Clothes adorned the bed in odd angles and the pale blue walls bare except for the holes in them all over the place.
He crept across the floor as he checked the door and made sure it was locked before he went about quickly grabbing more clothes and stuffing them in a bag. He tried to hurry as much as he could while staying quiet. Breathing harder and harder as he felt like he would actually escape again without being noticed, Wolf started to feel a triumphant grin spread across his lips. That is until his bedroom door creaked open and his mother stood there with a drink, whiskey more than likely, in her hand as she leaned against the door like there was nothing wrong. “Hello Wolf, it’s been a few weeks. How are you doing?” She asked calm and composed as he locked his eyes on her every movement, ready to jump up and run at a moment’s notice.
It was a game every time he came home. Every time she caught him, it was something different with her. Her plan of attack was always the same though. Get in his head, attack his mind, then his body and leave. “Hello mother,” Wolf said, his voice thick with the German accent.
“So how’d a little shit like you manage to get back here? I thought you’d have been it by a car or killed or something that would have made the world a better place,” she said calmly as she sipped her drink.
“Yeah, too bad,” Wolf said gripping his bag tightly in his hand.
“Do you think you’re actually going to leave this time?” The older woman quirked an eyebrow, an almost amused look on her face. Sucking his lower lip back into his mouth, Wolf chewed on it heavily almost making it bleed. “You should have learned you lesson a while ago you stupid piss ant, you’re nothing but a loser that will never amount to anything because of your genes. You’re lucky you only got half of you father’s DNA.”
“Because I’m so lucky to have the other half of yours,” Wolf grumbled.
“What was that you pathetic excuse for a human being?” She snarled, throwing her drink at him, nailing him in the shoulder. “I’ll teach you a lesson you little cunt,” his mother growled as she marched over and grabbed Wolf firmly by his shaggy black hair and pulled on him hard.
“Stop it!” He cried as he struggled against the older woman before receiving a few hard slaps to the face. “Please mother!” He kept pleading as she pushed him hard against his dresser. The one person he was truly terrified of and he couldn’t get away from her.
“You’ve been out with those other boys haven’t you!? You little faggot, I should have aborted you when I had the chance,” she spat punching him in the back. His cries did nothing but anger her more. “You were fucking them weren’t you? God I can’t believe you’re mine. Should have left you with that freak of a father of yours. Let him make you a monster and go on to rape and kill and make a mess of yourself.”
“Don’t talk about vater!” Wolf cried.
“Speak English you little bitch! You’re in America you need to speak it’s language, not that bastard shit that your sperm donor taught you,” Wolf’s mother seethed as she slammed him against the wall. He wanted to fight back so much. Just one punch and he’d be happy. The fear paralyzed him though. It was so great it was a feat that he was even crying out.
“Mother stop!” Wolf cried as he felt blood start to pour down his face from his nose.
“No! I’m gonna do what I should have done long ago,” she spat on him before grabbing him and leading him out of his room and over to the set of stairs. They lived in a two story house and right then Wolf’s mother was grateful as she launched her 15 year old son down the stairs. Wolf felt his arm start to bend then snap as blood started to run. He let out an almost animalist howl/scream as he hit the bottom of the stairs, staring wide eyed at the mess of bone and flesh that his arm had become. Unable to even form words, he just kept up the sound, making his mother cringe and lights turn on around them.
“Oh God!” The woman cried at the top of the stairs. “Wolf! Sweet heart are you ok!?” She called as she quickly went down the stairs, acting the concerned mother as she grabbed the phone and called 911. So much for getting away.
~::~ Flash forward a month to May ~::~
Wolf got away the next day when his mother left for work. He packed up and refused to return home till his arm was healed. He waited till it was nearly time for his stitches to come out before he tried to come home. He managed to pack once more and started to leave before his mother showed up, home early from work. “How’s your arm Wolf? Better?” She asked as he froze in the door way of the kitchen. “I was hoping I’d catch you at some point.” Tossing her keys on the table as she approached him, he backed up. Breathing hitching in his throat, his pupils dilated as panic flooded his chest and he felt a strong need to go to the bathroom welling up in his bladder.
“Do I need to take a look and see if you’ve got that cut of your infected?” She asked with a fake concerned expression on her face as she cornered him, gripping a butcher knife from the knife block.
“No. . . No please mutter,” Wolf whimpered quietly.
“Speak English!” She screamed at him, grabbing his hurt arm and hacking the cast away to get at his tender red flesh. Digging into the stitched arm, opening the wound up again as blood spilt onto the floor. His animal like scream wasn’t heard in the middle of the day with all the neighbors at work. Another scar to count and add to the growing never ending number.
[translation: Father and Mother]