He slipped his hands into his कोट pockets to keep the cold from biting his hands and finger tips, he breathed out a sigh and his breath turned into frost. He hated people who complained about their lives when really they has notihng to complain about , he sure as hell didnt. He had basically everything a kid needed, a roof over his head, a some sort of family, and enough money द्वारा playing गिटार out on the सड़क, स्ट्रीट just being able to pay months rent, if he had nothing to complain about why should anyone else. His grey eyes scanned the ground ahead of him, just almost three years पूर्व his mom left without any sign of where she went, his black high tops echoed quietly down the सड़क, स्ट्रीट he was on, he turned into an alley way and opened a door leading up a stair case and made his way up them and opened his apartment door and closed it behind him, " im home..." he muttered out as the glare of the TV hit his face that his dad was watching. His dad let out a grunt and stood up from his chair turning to Bentley " how much आप make? " he slurred out, Bentley took of his कोट and hung it up on the hanger द्वारा the door and reached into his pocket and कहा as he took out change " a dollar and six cents, i could have got और but- " Bentley let out a noise as he was slammed back into the wall. " But what!? " his dad shouted out pushing his knuckles into his rib cage, " i-i got cold.." he wheezed out, his dad growled angrily and slapped his son hard on the cheek, " being cold is not an excuse i need money! " his dad shouted once more, Bentley winced from his dads grip getting tighter and looked into his blue eyes which had rage in them, " we need a better money soloution....one आप cant possibly screw up.." his dad slurred out, Bentleys grey eyes looked at his dad with confusion and pain. He smelled the alcohal in his dads breath trying hard to hide the pain he was still feeling, no one understood why his dad beated on him not even Bentley, but over the years hes learned to deal with it and not fight back. People thought he needed a new life, fact was he didnt think he needed one.
This is a small announcement, I only post this लेख beceas the new फैन्पॉप system is so broken Thad I can't even poste any दीवार posts या तस्वीरें anymore. so to the announcement.
I knowe I have not been on here muce lately but I wil be o और often.
and il stat whit a series of story's about Tyrion Blackwell ( the undeath king) both in his time and the modern ages, beceas I have inspiration to write about medieval stuff.
So im gald to be bak.
Godmor, a.k.a. Twan a.k.a gunfire ( and al my other oc's)
I knowe I have not been on here muce lately but I wil be o और often.
and il stat whit a series of story's about Tyrion Blackwell ( the undeath king) both in his time and the modern ages, beceas I have inspiration to write about medieval stuff.
So im gald to be bak.
Godmor, a.k.a. Twan a.k.a gunfire ( and al my other oc's)