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That made Joseph think. Were his parents fighting? His mother was absolutely brilliant with a whole ton of brain cells. Why would his father knock her down like that? Something bad probably… As much as his father cursed, he seemed against Joseph learning explicit things in Bulgarian. Hours later, while getting himself ready for bed, Joseph looked back on his day.

Weird, yes, but all in all really good. It actually turned out really fun. Who woulda thought? So Kavinsky died in He's seven here.

That'd be in In case anyone was wanting to look up how the Lambo looked that'd be the year. Everyone argued once in a while. He was far more effective and terrifying with his oddly calm voice.

For him to be yelling? Whatever they were fighting about had to be really bad. Joseph caught snippets here and there but he tried his best not to focus on it. He grabbed his stuffed cat who was actually a dream object. However, Joseph loved it anyways. Lying down on his bed, he wrapped his body with his blanket and curled in on himself.

Tucking his head under the blanket, he looked at the little glowing leaf charms of his bracelet. Shutting his eyes as hard as he could, he tried to be anywhere besides here. You never have and never will! Yanking his pillow over his head while clutching his cat even closer and trying his best not to get tears and boogers on his scruffy fur, Joseph tried not to focus on the now slightly muffled reply of his mother.

He awoke in his forest, with the only noises being the soft sound of the birds chirping and the run of the small creek where the fish were. Joseph breathed out slowly, trying to relax. He sent up another thanks to whatever magical being controlled the whole dream existence and made himself comfortable on the grass.

All he wanted was to just feel safe and rest. Peaceful sleep was the small simple thing Joseph was looking for. Awakening to silence, Joseph quietly took a few steadying breaths. What was ironic — he had just learned the word and loved it — was that it was just as terrifying as the yells were. Untucking his head and glancing over at his clock, he realized it was only two in the morning.

Well, at least I slept through the rest of it. He only then realized he had something other than Mr. Cat in his hand. It felt awkward and heavy resting in his small palm. Tucking his new knife under his pillow, he got up and made his way to his bedroom door. Slowly opening it, Joseph stuck his head out into the hallway and glanced around. Turning his head in the other direction, he noticed that all looked dark downstairs.

Should I take a look? I can just say I was getting water. No big deal, right? Walking back to his bed and grabbing Mr. Cat, he very slowly and quietly made his way downstairs.

Reaching the bottom stair, he wished his bracelet to turn off, and tiptoed his way to the kitchen. Constantly glancing left and right so not to be caught unawares by his father because it was probably his mother upstairs, Joseph walked to the dishwasher to take out a cup.

Of course the stupid thing was empty. When exactly did she find time to put the dishes away? Setting Mr. Cat down on the island, Joseph jumped up onto the counter in front of the cupboard where the cups were, grabbing himself one from the shelf. Jumping back down albeit carefully, he filled some water from the fridge, and raised the cup to have a drink. Yelping in surprise and almost dropping his cup, he turned to face his father.

Staring at his father holding Mr. Cat, he tried to slow his heartbeat down enough to be able to reply in a steady voice. Glancing down at the plush in his hand once more, his father closely examined Mr. Maybe a feral one that got fucked up in an alley. I know that neither that bitch or I bought Lord Hideous for you. His father hated Halloween. Really, really hated it. Every year since he learned what it was, Joseph would nervously ask if he could get a costume and go trick-or-treating like all the other kids.

And every year the answer was no. If he wanted candy, his mother could buy him some. Maybe I should see if she needs some of that numb cream I dreamed up. Making up his mind to check on her tomorrow after his father left, he realized his father was still standing and staring at Mr. It came with the rights of ownership. Cat back to Joseph. Wishing his father a goodnight, he walked back to his awaiting bed. Saturdays generally were all the same. His mother would make a big nice breakfast — pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast.

Juice for him and coffee for each of his parents. They would all sit at the table enjoying whatever their reading was for the day. Upon waking up, Joseph realized that today was definitely not going to be like that. Getting up and making his bed, he grabbed Mr. Cat and walked to his adjoining bathroom to wash up. Once that was accomplished, Joseph walked out of his room and stood in the upstairs hallway. He walked down to the kitchen and upon not finding anyone to enjoy breakfast with, he decided to just have some cereal.

Groaning at both his luck and his stupid height, he trudged over to the connecting door of the garage to retrieve his step stool. He had expected as much. Grabbing his stool, he went back to enjoy his breakfast in the company of Mr. An hour passed while he sat in the kitchen, still very alone. I should go check on her. He probably really did hurt her. Leaving Mr. Cat behind on the island, he went to his room and grabbed the numbing cream. When he reached the door and knocked, he waited for her to let him in.

Two things shocked him when he walked in. One was the half-filled suitcase on the bed. The second was her face. He had already come to the possibility that his father had hit her but this? The first thing he noticed was the hand-shaped bruise on her cheek. Then, he noticed everything else. The busted lip. The black-eye. The cut above her eyebrow that probably needed stitches. The finger-shaped bruises wrapped around upper-arms. The possible scabs where hair was pulled way too hard. Bruises from being slammed into things.

His voice was filled with the worry that he was about to be left behind when he spoke. The tears flowed like they never did before. Not able to deal with the weight anymore, Joseph sat on the floor and broke down, letting out everything. Finishing her packing and grabbing her coat, his mother walked out of the bedroom, Joseph listening as her steps faded. You know your father hates it when you cry. His father was not an easy man. Had no use for it now.

The knife was really pretty, he could say that much. It was a black switchblade and as much as Joseph wanted to open it up, he knew it was a bad idea. He was flattered that the forest gave him something for safety but this was definitely not what he had in mind.

Putting it in his special box with the other dream stuff, he went down to fetch Mr. Cat and sit outside. The house had a very ill feeling on the inside. Spending another minute in it would drive him insane. It was cold outside; typical weather for Hoboken this time of year. Sitting on the porch steps, he stared out at the street, clutching Mr. Cat as tight as he could. After what seemed like a really long time — it must have been because he was starving — Joseph lost the feeling in his butt.

The concrete stairs were really cold. He thought about getting up and making a sandwich or something but it seemed like too much work.

These thoughts were interrupted when the sound of loud engine of what must be a really nice car hit his ears. Looking down the street, Joseph noticed his father was driving in a car Joseph had never seen before but instantly loved. It was beautiful. A classic muscle car that, at his tender age of seven, he wanted. Turning into the driveway, his father parked in the garage but came walking back out instantly. His father didn't care. He remembered his yelling voice yesterday.

Why are you outside? He simply shrugged, not feeling up to answering. Touching his hands, his father suddenly grabbed them when he noticed how cold they were. How long have you been sitting here? Cat sitting peacefully in his lap.

Come on inside before you freeze to death. How can she just leave me? His father stared at him closely. Joseph was sure his father already knew that his wife had left and he probably already guessed why Joseph was sitting outside.

Getting up, his father went inside, leaving Joseph on the stairs. Resting his head on his knees and clutching Mr. Cat even closer, he started to cry. Wrapping his arms tight around him, his father held him close.

They sat like that until Joseph cried himself out. Unwinding himself from Joseph, his father reached over behind himself and handed Joseph a sandwich. Peanut Butter. Bananas on one half, grape jelly on the other. But then, he did spend all of yesterday that way too. And look how that turned out. Maybe not feeling anything would be better. Maybe he should work on that. He had kind of warmed up a bit as he munched on his sandwich, waiting for his cocoa. Coming back out with two mugs of it, his father sat back down before handing one to Joseph and staring out to the street.

Took me awhile to get it. What kind is it? And he was no longer starving — the sandwich was delicious. They continued sitting on the steps until they finished their drinks. Joseph turned to look at his father who, in turn, looked back. His father smirked in response, probably understanding why his son was laughing. Standing up from his seat was an interesting minute.

He had been still for so long that almost everything was frozen. Joseph stretched, which helped a little, and, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders and Mr. Cat close to his chest, walked down the stairs following his father to the garage. Really, really cool for sure, he thought while sliding his hand along the car. And red. And just down right gorgeous. Joseph wondered if his father would ever let him have one of his cars.

Or maybe just let him drive them when he was older. Dream come true for sure! The bag was just a plain brown paper bag. No hints there. It also had tissue paper covering whatever it was. No peeking there. Joseph put the bag on the floor because he was still clutching Mr. Cat and stuck his hand in. Feeling something really soft — fur? The cat was beautiful. She had long, soft, calico fur and pretty blue eyes. He loved her.

Hugging her close to his chest with Mr. I love her and I think Mr. Cat will too. After church was the usual lunch out with his family — minus his mother, aunt, and grandfather.

He had seen his grandfather at church but he had said that he was too busy to have lunch with them today. Monday and the rest of the week was even easier being he had school to distract him. But then it was Saturday again; a week since his mother had left him crying on the floor of her bedroom. And then spend our day at the park? And as for the weather, we can just wrap ourselves up, no problem.

We can just enjoy the outdoors. Bring some books maybe. Popping the rest of his head out from under his covers, Joseph stared at his father and his odd behavior.

The part she had to love. Sliding out of bed, Joseph placed Mr. Cat next to his new girl on the dresser. She had to have a good name; better than plain old Ms. Grabbing some clothes from his closet and dresser, he walked to the bathroom to get himself ready for what might end up being an enjoyable day.

They drove to the Hudson River Park after having breakfast at a diner. They both ordered the same thing — pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast. Juice for Joseph and coffee for his father. But breakfast had gotten him thinking about his mother.

Did she ask after him? He hoped she did. Joseph was always wondering about her. He missed her. It was as simple as that. The house was odd without her being empty of her presence and Joseph hated that.

When he came home from school, there was no one there to greet him. No one to wake up to in the morning those days either. His father would simply wake him to get him moving, already dressed and ready, and then head off to work.

The tears started to flow with all the lonely thoughts. He was able to hide them for a little until he hiccupped on his stupid boogers and tears. The shock of his words struck Joseph into silence. She was coming back. And he still had to go through another. Now stop crying. But the annoyance was gone which was always a good thing. Because I lack any sort of creativeness when it comes to naming things, Mr. Cat's girl has no name at the moment.

Which is sad when you consider the fact that I'm writing chpt 17 right now. I mean, I have one but it's quite stupid like Mr. So if y'all want to shout some names at me, that'd be wonderful. If not, poor lady cat will have to suffer through Joseph's ok, my uncreativeness. Come Friday, Joseph found himself sitting and eating his lunch in the cafeteria. This morning, he had made sure to ask his father again to confirm that his mother would be home today.

And he swore she would. It was, of course, Tanner. Alone this time but still. How are ya? Joseph just glared at him. He was more annoyed than anything else; he was getting tired of having to put up with Tanner. They had been told by the principal to stay away from each other, which Joseph was more than happy to oblige with. Tanner not so much apparently.

He was too tired to listen in to his survival skills telling him to just shut up. It was rare for someone to defy him, especially Joseph. Well, the emotional satisfaction was satisfying. He felt his eye and the area around it burning and throbbing.

Joseph hoped his father would be proud. He had said that he would be if Joseph ever managed to punch someone. The kids around them were definitely happy; some of them having suffered their own bullying before by the hands of Tanner and whoever he dragged with him that day.

But before Joseph could try for another hit, they were yanked apart by the teacher on duty during lunch. What is this? Oh dear, look at your faces! Good grief! Nothing new. His mother always came when he got in trouble. She would smile and apologize, get Joseph to apologize, then accept his punishments as reasonable. Then he remembered it would be his father coming today, not his mother.

They waited patiently for their parents to arrive after seeing the nurse. No less than he deserves. Actually, he probably deserves worse. This was the first time any of the school staff had met his father before. Usually his mother handled all the school stuff. He walked in with a smile, sticking his hand out to shake hands with everyone. He was making the same doe-eyes as Ms. Joseph knew his father was handsome.

Heck, his father knew he was handsome. Another one of those things he was proud of. But he was muscled, something else his father loved so much about himself.

If Joseph was speaking truthfully, he knew his father loved every single aspect of himself. He was — as his mother has said — a major fucking narcissist. To which Ivo would always smile and agree. His own black hair and brown eyes came from his father. His father sat down in the chair beside him, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he did.

Joseph just shrugged again because that was the best answer he had at the moment. Well done. Are you kidding me? My son has the right to be on school grounds and not be abused by other children! The teachers almost looked embarrassed to be the subject of his disappoint. If having his father have his back was a reward for punching Tanner, he might have to do it more often. My son is the victim right now, Mr. Kavinsky, not yours.

Joseph threw the first punch for no reason at all. The last thing he was going to do was take the blame for this mess. Everyone in the room stared at him; they heard the sadness and defeat. It was an uncomfortable feeling having them all looking, especially when he felt like he might burst into tears any second now.

The weight of the past two weeks suddenly came upon him all at once and it was really heavy. Joseph bit his lip, hoping to stop the coming tears. But he had no intentions of crying in front of everyone. Especially with his father present. He felt the heavy stares at his back as he left the office. According to his watch, he had taken ten minutes. Not bad considering how many tears he was able to get out. He was lucky that no one needed the restroom at the time. Walking back into the office, he noticed his father sitting on one of the chairs outside the principal's office.

Are they done talking? Concerned or mocking? Either one was possible. All done and taken care of. Joseph willed his clock to change already.

Since he had gotten home, he had been staring at it, begging the time to change. To have her home. His mother was supposed to be home any minute now. He wanted to wait downstairs with his father but he had told him no. Jumping off his bed, he ran to the top of the stairs and counted to thirty.

That was all the time he was willing to give his father. Practically tripping down the stairs, he ran to the door, colliding with his mother, and wrapping his arms around her. Crouching to be eye level with him, his mother took his face in her hands and kissed his forehead. He could almost forgive that she had left him because of that smile.

Tags have been updated so make sure you take a look. I kinda feel like it spoiled the chapter though. Also I think I make poor Joseph suffer a bit much, I cant help it. It's more fun writing that way. In case you didn't know already, I'm a terrible person. Coming back out of the house with a carrot in hand, Joseph walked over to his snowman.

He was short and not really that great looking being that he was kind of lopsided but he had been fun to make. Looking around, he noticed that there were no rocks to be found unless he felt like digging through snow.

Maybe I can use them and then return them? He bit his lip, deep in thought on his possibilities. Walking back into the house, he went upstairs to his mother who was fixing her hair in her bathroom. Is that okay? She looked at him through the mirror, hands trying their best to make her hair stay put.

Come back to me in fifteen minutes, okay? Glancing up and down the street and then at his watch, he figured he could keep looking for a couple more minutes, then run back home. He could run fast enough when he needed to. It made him a little uncomfortable. The street was never empty like this. Deciding his snowman could do with just a half-smile, Joseph began to walk back when he slammed into someone. Backing up a bit and breaking off into a run, Joseph tried to get back home but the snow was slowing him down.

The man ran after him and when he was within arms-length, he leaped, dragging Joseph down, slamming him into the hard snow. Pain seared through him. Not just from slamming into the snow but something else; he had felt a snap.

His arm felt odd. Really odd. Probably from landing on it. Probably broken. It burned like fire and the rest of his body followed suit soon after. He was in too much pain to try fighting back but he did start yelling.

Not that it did him any good. His efforts were rewarded with a nasty hand on his mouth and his head smashed to the floor. Opening his eyes slowly because opening them any faster would result in even more nausea than he was already feeling, Joseph tried to take in where he was. The first thing he noticed was that wherever he was, it was extremely small. Joseph asked his bracelet for light as he tried to sit up. Except no light came. Weird…is it broken or… Panic hit him fast. His bracelet was gone.

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