Just another day... (2104- Closed thread)

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

(( This is a closed- read only thread about one of Ashton's memories of his dad. Enjoy!))

Ashton slowly pushed open the front door, hopefully with some luck he could sneak past his dad; suddenly a harsh voice stopped him, he groaned silently. Okay, scratch sneaking. He slowly turned to face his father. "Yes?" he asked flinching at the glare on Daniel's face. "Where the hell have you been?" he growled, Ash fliched at his tone. "I- I was at the park." he answered, as he waited for the blow that was sure to come.

Sure enough a Smack! resounded through the room as his father backhanded him, Ash stumbled back and placed a hand on his stinging cheek. 'Here we go again' he thought to himself. "If memory serves me correctly, I seem to remember that you were not to leave the house without my permission. Am I correct?" his father asked.

Ash gave a small nod, "Yes." he whispered. Daniel grabbed his son's wrist, and started to drag him down the hall to his room. Ashton struggled against Daniel's grip, but the only thing he accomplished from this was a slap in the face. "Let me go!" he cried. "Shut up you worthless brat!" snarled Dan as he dragged Ashton into his room and threw him to the floor. But instead of stepping out of the room. He closed the door behind him snd locked. This wasn't good... Daniel advanced on Ashton with cruelty and malice written all over his face.

Ashton started to back away but didn't get very far for Daniel had reached out and grabbed his arm painfully. Ashton winced as he stared up at his father with terror filled eyes. All he recieved back was a glare of hatred before his father knocked him to the ground and began to kick every inch of bare skin he could find. Ashton cried out as he put up his arms to protect his face. Suddenly he felt himself being dragged up from the floor. He knew better than to be relieved of course, and sure enough Daniel pulled out The Belt. Ashton's face paled even more and he backed away from his father pleading in a strangled voice. "No...not the belt. Please, not the belt!" Daniel just smiled coldly. Ashton fell to the floor and begged, "Please, don't do this!" The only answer he recieved was the belt coming down on his bare arms and back. 'Great idea to go shirtless stupid!' he scolded himself. He screamed as the metal studs bit into his flesh. "No! Stop! Please stop!" Then, he blacked out...

((yeah, little intense i know. sorry))

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash slowly opened his eyes and looked around, he was laying on the floor in his room, slowly sitting up, he gritted his teeth against the pain, and slowly made his way to the bathroom; he looked at himself in the mirror, and winced. He looked awful! His chest and abdomen were covered in cuts and bruises, and there was a bruise on his face where his father had hit him. Sighing, Ash reaced for a washcloth, and wet it. Placing it to the cuts on his body, he winced as the water came in contact with the wounds. Ash cleaned himself and changed into fresh clothes. He slowly opened his door, and tiptoed down the stairs, looking around he realized that his dad was gone, probably out drinking with his friends. Ash sighed in relief and sat down at the kitchen table...

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The door flew open and Ash jumped up, his father stumbled drunkenly into the room. Ash backed, fortunately he was 'lucky' it seemed his father was too drunk to do anything other than backhand and bark at him to start cleaning the house. With a sigh, and cheek still stinging, Ash went to collect all the dishes around he house, being careful not to disturb his father when he entered his room. Ash made his way downstairs and placed the dishes in the sink, sighing he leaned agains the counter, head in his hands. "Well, there goes another day." he muttered to himself