Chapter 11

"AHHH'' a boy screamed in pain. He was being pushed, punched, and stepped on. This boy was Loyd. "Don't mess with me again!!" An older boy roared. The way this started was simple, he had refused to do the older boy, Carson's, homework. So he got beaten. Once Carson was finished with loyd he walked away leaving loyd pathetically laying on the ground.

Loyd was covered in bruises and cuts, he stumbled to get up but eventually did. He started walking home, now you may be wondering why he doesn't tell anyone; but he has no one to tell. He can't tell his parents. His father died in a car accident and his mother despises him. He can't tell the teachers because they don't like him and actually favor his bullies. He finally arrived at home, but sadly with no one waiting for him. He walked to his room and started looking at a picture frame. The picture was of a man,a woman and a child all smiling happily. The man was Lloyd's father, Anthony, his mother, Layla, and finally him, Loyd.

His mother was okay with him at first but she slowly got jealous of him so she started to hate him. Yes I know it is ridiculous to be jealous of a child but its what happened, but this picture, as happy as it may seem, only brought bad memories to Loyd.

(Flashback *warning descriptions of abuse and domestic violence*)

"AHHH'' a child could be heard screaming in agony. This little boy was Loyd and the person hitting him and stabbing him was his mother, Layla. His tender cuts were throbbing in pain. His face became distorted under such extreme pain. His fresh bruises were black, green, and purple. They were red and swollen. "Stop that this instant!" Anthony roared at Layla. "Why!!WHY! WHY DO YOU ONLY PAY ATTENTION TO HIM!!" Layla screamed with tears refusing to come out of her beautiful eyes. She started glaring at Loyd. *SLAP!* Layla stood there with a stunned look on her face. Her husband had never hit her before. She clenched her teeth and fists, it was all because of that waste of space!

"Enough is enough!" Her beautiful face became ugly in anger. She screamed at the top of her lungs and charged towards Anthony. The two began fighting. Layla had bruises on her face and arms. They were throbbing and then a striking pain suddenly came onto her face. Anthony had just punched her. He was in no better condition that her. He had small cuts on his face and nail marks.

Screaming could be heard throughout the whole house, and there was loyd sitting there with an expression of despair. This was his life though and he had to deal with it.

(End of flashback/warning)