Bullet Through My Spark

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Daimon yelped in pain after he was strucked across the cheek from speaking against his father, who returned home.

Obviously drunk and body reeks of strong smells of alcohol.

"Get out!" His father bellowed loud enough for the young boy to scamper off the porch and landed at the dusty ground, with tear filled eyes. "You are NOT allowed in this house until tomorrow afternoon!!"

With the loud bang coming from the front door, little Daimon finally calmed down himself a bit and slowly limped his way towards the abandoned, rickety old barn.

To where he felt safe from that monster.

Opening the old wooden doors with his small hands, he entered his safe haven with ease before closing it behind him and slowly limping his way towards the barrels.

Where he kept most of the medical supplies he needed to survive against that monster.

There is a reason why his own father turned from a caring gentleman to a very abusive man.

Her mother died from a stage four lung cancer. Little Daimon thought he was the blame throughout the years where he finally see the true colors of his own caring father.

After his mother's death, his life quickly turned into a living hell.

His father beat him, made strict (very strict) rules in the house, and even locked him up in the basement without any sources of food and water.

Of course, there are times where Daimon would break some of the rules and his father give him a beating to it before kicking him out of the house.

Now, Daimon had opened the barrel slowly and brought the medical kit before looking over his own wounds.

He grimaced upon seeing a large purple bruise on his right calf but immediatly placed a pack of ice on it, where he winced from the coldness.

Before he started mending on to his other minor injuries with some painkillers and a dab of anti-bacterium.

After he was done, Daimon put away the supplies and looked around as he watched some of the nature started growing through the walls of barn.

Yet, the barn still stood firm.

I wish someone is here to take me away, He would thought sometimes, when he was zoning out. Father would never notice me missing.

Daimon let a small grin tugged at the corners of his lips a his dull blue eyes twinkled with amusement.

I mean, I'd be off my own if someone is willing to take me away from this horrid place. And from him.

Daimon let out a yawn before finally settling down on his makeshift bed out of soft blankets, one or two pillows, and some hay.

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??? POV

I let out a low growl after one of flesh bags managed to damage my paint with bullet holes and car bumps.

I ran off injured before transforming my left arm into a blaster and fired at the direction of those disgusting flesh bags.

Once they were distracted, I saw an abandoned barn and slowly ran off towards the door before slowly entering the building and layed down.

I layed still with ragged breaths when I heard those blasted flesh bags snarled and went away, leaving me finally to vent out.

"Fraggers ruined my paint job!"