Post by Darkness on May 8, 2008 20:42:23 GMT -5
{We see a young boy opening the door to a nice town home. It's a very well kept house. The sun has gone down and the shine from the street lights can be seen shining through the window. The boy takes off a black back pack and places it on a table by a set of stairs. The boy walks toward a room with all the lights off. The only thing shining in there is the glow of a television. A big man is sitting in a recliner with a can of beer in his hand. The boy walks up to the older man. Without taking his eyes off the TV he speaks to the boy.}
Man: You know what time it is?
{The man takes a long drink from his beer can}
Boy: Where's mom?
Man: She went out. Where the f**K have you been?
{The man is clearly drunk and still wont look at the child.}
Boy: I was at a friend's house.
Man: You know what your curfew is. Get over here.
Boy: My curfew is 9:00. it's 8:30.
Man: Don't lie to me. Now get over here.
Boy: No, I haven't done anything wrong.
{The man stands up. he's around 6'3" and muscular looking. A very large man. He throws the half full beer can at the young boy's head. It hits him right above the eye leaving a gash that begins to spit out crimson blood.}
Man: Now look what you made me do.
{The man walks over to the boy.}
Man: You brought this on yourself. This will teach you to lie to me.
{The man grabs the young boy by the collar of the shirt. He back hands the kid across the face causing his mouth to begin to bleed. The boy lets out a shout. The man strikes him once more, this time letting go of the boy's shirt. The boy falls to the ground. He quickly collects himself and gets to his feet. The drunk man tries to take hold of him once more but misses. The boy runs out of the dark room and into the light of the entrance room. He grabs his book bag off the table and runs up the stairs. The drunken man stumbles into the entrance room and seems to be blinded by the light that is coming through the windows. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light. When he regains control of his sight he runs up the stairs after the boy. The boy has run into his room and has locked the door behind him. The boy leans against the locked door with his back and tries to catch his breath. He wipes away the blood that is running near his eye and away from his mouth. The man makes it to the door and begins to pound on it with all his might.}
Man: You open this door right now! You'll have to come out of there some time! Unlock this door and come out!
{The man pounds on the door for a while continuing to scream at the boy. After a while the pounding stops and the man is heard walking away. His foot steps get more and more distant from the boy's room as he walks back down the stairs. The boy sinks down on the door and begins to softly weep. He sits there for a while crying, too afraid to move. He stands up, wipes his eyes, nose, and gets the blood away from his eye again. He goes over to his back pack that he tossed on his bed upon entering his room. He opens the bottom compartment and grabs a bottle of pills. He grips them tight in his hand. He take a deep breath in and lets it out. He walks over to his door and unlocks it. Slowly he opens it and looks around. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of snoring and the television. He slowly creeps down the stairs and back into the dark room where the man is asleep. With the bottle still griped tight in his hand he walks over to the snoring man. A beer is still in the sleeping mans hand. The boy opens the bottle and puts just about all of the pills in the mans beer can. When he is finished he makes his way up stairs to his room and slams the door as hard as he can so the man will wake from his slumber. It works. The boy's ear is presses against his door and he can hear the man waking up. He hears the man call out for him and hears a can being crushed. The man makes his way up the stairs and has to grab on to the railing with both of his hands.}
Man: Jake! Jake, get out here! I don't feel so well.
{The boy opens his door and can see the man clinging onto the railing for dear life. The man is just about at the top of the stairs. Young Jake walks over to the stairs and looks at the man}
Man: Jake, i can't move. I'm dizzy. Help your dad up the stairs and into bed.
{Jake walks over to the man and reaches out for him.}
Man: Thank you son
{The man has a smile on his face and you can tell he is grateful for the help. A sadistic smile comes across the face of Jake.}
Jake: You're not my dad.
{Jake pushes the man down the stairs and watches him hit every step on the way down. Jake watches as the man lies there with a pool of blood forming around his head. Jake still has a smile on his face.}
Jake: And I'm not your son.
{Jake walks back into his room and shuts the door. He turns off his lights and closes his drapes. We walks over to his closet and opens the door. It's dark, darker than a normal closet should be.}
Jake: It is done master. Who's next?
Man: You know what time it is?
{The man takes a long drink from his beer can}
Boy: Where's mom?
Man: She went out. Where the f**K have you been?
{The man is clearly drunk and still wont look at the child.}
Boy: I was at a friend's house.
Man: You know what your curfew is. Get over here.
Boy: My curfew is 9:00. it's 8:30.
Man: Don't lie to me. Now get over here.
Boy: No, I haven't done anything wrong.
{The man stands up. he's around 6'3" and muscular looking. A very large man. He throws the half full beer can at the young boy's head. It hits him right above the eye leaving a gash that begins to spit out crimson blood.}
Man: Now look what you made me do.
{The man walks over to the boy.}
Man: You brought this on yourself. This will teach you to lie to me.
{The man grabs the young boy by the collar of the shirt. He back hands the kid across the face causing his mouth to begin to bleed. The boy lets out a shout. The man strikes him once more, this time letting go of the boy's shirt. The boy falls to the ground. He quickly collects himself and gets to his feet. The drunk man tries to take hold of him once more but misses. The boy runs out of the dark room and into the light of the entrance room. He grabs his book bag off the table and runs up the stairs. The drunken man stumbles into the entrance room and seems to be blinded by the light that is coming through the windows. It takes a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the light. When he regains control of his sight he runs up the stairs after the boy. The boy has run into his room and has locked the door behind him. The boy leans against the locked door with his back and tries to catch his breath. He wipes away the blood that is running near his eye and away from his mouth. The man makes it to the door and begins to pound on it with all his might.}
Man: You open this door right now! You'll have to come out of there some time! Unlock this door and come out!
{The man pounds on the door for a while continuing to scream at the boy. After a while the pounding stops and the man is heard walking away. His foot steps get more and more distant from the boy's room as he walks back down the stairs. The boy sinks down on the door and begins to softly weep. He sits there for a while crying, too afraid to move. He stands up, wipes his eyes, nose, and gets the blood away from his eye again. He goes over to his back pack that he tossed on his bed upon entering his room. He opens the bottom compartment and grabs a bottle of pills. He grips them tight in his hand. He take a deep breath in and lets it out. He walks over to his door and unlocks it. Slowly he opens it and looks around. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of snoring and the television. He slowly creeps down the stairs and back into the dark room where the man is asleep. With the bottle still griped tight in his hand he walks over to the snoring man. A beer is still in the sleeping mans hand. The boy opens the bottle and puts just about all of the pills in the mans beer can. When he is finished he makes his way up stairs to his room and slams the door as hard as he can so the man will wake from his slumber. It works. The boy's ear is presses against his door and he can hear the man waking up. He hears the man call out for him and hears a can being crushed. The man makes his way up the stairs and has to grab on to the railing with both of his hands.}
Man: Jake! Jake, get out here! I don't feel so well.
{The boy opens his door and can see the man clinging onto the railing for dear life. The man is just about at the top of the stairs. Young Jake walks over to the stairs and looks at the man}
Man: Jake, i can't move. I'm dizzy. Help your dad up the stairs and into bed.
{Jake walks over to the man and reaches out for him.}
Man: Thank you son
{The man has a smile on his face and you can tell he is grateful for the help. A sadistic smile comes across the face of Jake.}
Jake: You're not my dad.
{Jake pushes the man down the stairs and watches him hit every step on the way down. Jake watches as the man lies there with a pool of blood forming around his head. Jake still has a smile on his face.}
Jake: And I'm not your son.
{Jake walks back into his room and shuts the door. He turns off his lights and closes his drapes. We walks over to his closet and opens the door. It's dark, darker than a normal closet should be.}
Jake: It is done master. Who's next?
