disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII at all. Sugar-pookies... :P
Lost My Father's Shadow - Prologue by neko_valentine
"What did I tell you, boy?! Be more careful with the dishes!!!" the burly man yelled at his son when he dropped another plate on the floor, shattering it.
The boy's mother ran to his side. "Now, dear," she spoke to the husband. "Cloud didn't mean to do it. Did you?"
The seven year old blonde boy shook his head frantically. "N-no..."
"Quiet, woman!!!" the man yelled. His wife winced. "This is about the third time he's broken one of them dishes tonight!! I say he needs to be taught a lesson." The man reached out towards his son and grabbed him by the upper arm.
The boy's eye's widened. "N-no..!!! Dad, I-I didn't mean it! Please!! Don't hit me, please...! Not again..."
The man growled. "Well, you shoulda thought about that BEFORE you broke them dishes, boy," he said as he pulled his son into the other room. There, he raised his hand back and smacked the boy clean across the face. Cloud looked fearfully out towards his mother.
"Mom!!" he cried. "Please... Help me!!"
She simple lowered her head.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later on that night, the father walked out of the other room, sure that his son had received a good clean beating. His wife ran into the room and cradled her unconscious child. He had a few too many scars on his back from what looked to be a belt; some had been there from previous beatings, a few of them were new. At this rate, he'd kill Cloud, their one and only son.
Carefully she carried Cloud to his bedroom and tucked him in. He didn't deserve this kind of treatment; he was the kind of boy who was sweet as could be and always helped his mother with things. She felt a pang inside of her heart as she watched his unconscious sleep. 'Cloud,' she thought. 'I will make this right, don't worry.'
Quietly, she closed Cloud's bedroom door and made her way back to the kitchen. She found her husband sitting on one of the wooden chairs at the table. "Arthur," she said as sternly as she could. "I would like it if you didn't beat Cloud anymore."
He looked at her as if she'd gone mad. "Stop beatin' him? Beverly, every kid deserves a beatin' for doing somethin' wrong!!" He laughed, a throaty chuckle.
Beverly shook with pent up rage as she clenched her hands in fists. "It's not funny. You could kill him! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"
Arthur snorted. "Not especially. He's your kid, after all."
"You helped create him!!!" she screeched. "You helped bring him into this world!!!! He is your son too!!!"
"I doubt it," he snapped. "Knowin' you, he could be anyone's kid!!!"
Beverly's eyes widened. "Get out," she said sharply.
"What was that?" Arthur asked, disbelievingly.
"I said get out!!!!" she yelled. "Get out and never come near me or my son again!!!! You have NO right to put your hands on him!!! Now, GET OUT!!!!!"
"FINE!!!" he shouted. "Don't expect to see me back here. EVER!!!"
She narrowed her eyes. "No one would want you to come back."
"Hump!" he said. As he left, he spit on the contour of the house and walked away into the darkness of the night.
Beverly broke down into a fit of sobs and fell to her knees. She held her face in her hands and wept the entire remnants of the night.
~fin of Prologue~
A/N: well, what didja think? It's a bit odd... OH WELL!!! I like it! Anywho, should I continue or just leave it like this? Cuz I was planning to continue but if no one wants me to... *sniff* I'll understand... :D Any-a- way, R+R please!!!
Lost My Father's Shadow - Prologue by neko_valentine
"What did I tell you, boy?! Be more careful with the dishes!!!" the burly man yelled at his son when he dropped another plate on the floor, shattering it.
The boy's mother ran to his side. "Now, dear," she spoke to the husband. "Cloud didn't mean to do it. Did you?"
The seven year old blonde boy shook his head frantically. "N-no..."
"Quiet, woman!!!" the man yelled. His wife winced. "This is about the third time he's broken one of them dishes tonight!! I say he needs to be taught a lesson." The man reached out towards his son and grabbed him by the upper arm.
The boy's eye's widened. "N-no..!!! Dad, I-I didn't mean it! Please!! Don't hit me, please...! Not again..."
The man growled. "Well, you shoulda thought about that BEFORE you broke them dishes, boy," he said as he pulled his son into the other room. There, he raised his hand back and smacked the boy clean across the face. Cloud looked fearfully out towards his mother.
"Mom!!" he cried. "Please... Help me!!"
She simple lowered her head.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later on that night, the father walked out of the other room, sure that his son had received a good clean beating. His wife ran into the room and cradled her unconscious child. He had a few too many scars on his back from what looked to be a belt; some had been there from previous beatings, a few of them were new. At this rate, he'd kill Cloud, their one and only son.
Carefully she carried Cloud to his bedroom and tucked him in. He didn't deserve this kind of treatment; he was the kind of boy who was sweet as could be and always helped his mother with things. She felt a pang inside of her heart as she watched his unconscious sleep. 'Cloud,' she thought. 'I will make this right, don't worry.'
Quietly, she closed Cloud's bedroom door and made her way back to the kitchen. She found her husband sitting on one of the wooden chairs at the table. "Arthur," she said as sternly as she could. "I would like it if you didn't beat Cloud anymore."
He looked at her as if she'd gone mad. "Stop beatin' him? Beverly, every kid deserves a beatin' for doing somethin' wrong!!" He laughed, a throaty chuckle.
Beverly shook with pent up rage as she clenched her hands in fists. "It's not funny. You could kill him! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"
Arthur snorted. "Not especially. He's your kid, after all."
"You helped create him!!!" she screeched. "You helped bring him into this world!!!! He is your son too!!!"
"I doubt it," he snapped. "Knowin' you, he could be anyone's kid!!!"
Beverly's eyes widened. "Get out," she said sharply.
"What was that?" Arthur asked, disbelievingly.
"I said get out!!!!" she yelled. "Get out and never come near me or my son again!!!! You have NO right to put your hands on him!!! Now, GET OUT!!!!!"
"FINE!!!" he shouted. "Don't expect to see me back here. EVER!!!"
She narrowed her eyes. "No one would want you to come back."
"Hump!" he said. As he left, he spit on the contour of the house and walked away into the darkness of the night.
Beverly broke down into a fit of sobs and fell to her knees. She held her face in her hands and wept the entire remnants of the night.
~fin of Prologue~
A/N: well, what didja think? It's a bit odd... OH WELL!!! I like it! Anywho, should I continue or just leave it like this? Cuz I was planning to continue but if no one wants me to... *sniff* I'll understand... :D Any-a- way, R+R please!!!