WARNING:: PLEASE DON'T BE OFFENDED BY JEREMY. HE'S A JERK WHO SHOULD DIE IN A HOLE. IGNORE HIS OPINION




Mom and I got out of the car and walked in the front door. Mom had taken me to the doctor and he said I had ADHD.

My friend Ray's brother had ADHD. He was always really hyper. I'm not like that, am I?

"What's wrong with him?" my step-father, Jeremy ordered.

Mom sighed. "He has ADHD."

"He's handicapped? Do you know what this will do to my reputation? My business?" he growled.

"He's not handicapped he has Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder. He'll be hyper and get distracted easily." Will? I am now. It's not like the doctor saying it made it happen. I've always been like this. "He's not even your son anyway," she bit out, "and I was going to give him up for adoption."

I gasped. Adoption!

"No! That's worse!" he yelled. "You're worthless." I heard a thud and peaked around the corner to see my mom on the ground. I was about to go help when Jeffery threw a beer bottle on the ground. It shattered, lodging glass in my mothers face and chest.

I ran to the door. I had to find Gee. He would help.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jeffery asked, picking me up and shoving me against the wall.

"G-Gee's house," I mumbled.

"I don't think so. You're not leaving." Jeffery threw me away and my head hit the wooden coffee table. He started walking toward me and I screamed while I had the chance. "Shut up!" he barked, smacking me. Suddenly, the door flew open and Gee burst in.

"Don't touch Frankie," he ordered.

"Or what?"

"Just. Don't touch him." Gee looked around the room for a weapon and came up with a heavy dictionary from the table.

"Oh, I'm so scared," Jeremy mocked. He ignored Gee and turned back to me but Gee was having none of it.

"No!" he yelled and ran towards us. Jeremy held me in front of him so Gee couldn't hit him without injuring me. Panic filled Gee's eyes.

Gee dropped the book and ran behind us. Before Jeremy could register what happened, there was a shattering noise and I fell to the ground. I rolled over to see Jeremy lying unconscious with the shards of one of mom's vases scattered around.

"Let's go," Gee ordered and picked me up. He dusted the glass off my shirt and grabbed my hand before pulling me out of the house. He ran to the neighbor's door and started pounding on it. "Help!" he yelled, "we need 911!" The door opened to a startled looking old lady. "He needs help," Gee said as I fell into his arms.

His call of "Frankie!" was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

Notes

i had the whole fucking chapter and it exited. i'm gonna eat somebod's face.

i haven't decided pov yet

it probably sucks. sorry. it took me a while to write the original chapter and now it's late and i have to rewrite because this this is flipping stupid and i don't want to forget