(Sorry if it seems a little over the top. It was the best I could think of.)
As Andol snuck down the street and came up to the front door of his house he sighed as he saw the lights were out, and his fatherâs car was not in the driveway. He knew that maybe he could get away with it. He snuck up onto the porch and opened the door and tiptoed through the dark living room when he heard the voice, âWhere have you been.â The drunken slur to the voice told him it could be only one man. The light was turned on, and he turned around to see his father sitting in the chair. He gulped and said nervously, âI was⦠I was... out... with...â His father interrupted him by jumping up and grabbing him and slamming him against the wall. The alcohol in his breath was apparent, âYOU WHERE OUT PLAYING WITH YOUR LITTLE FAGGOT OF A BOYFRIEND. WERENâT YOU!!!!!!â
His father had long suspected this, simply because of the soft blush that Andol always came home with and the happy breathless smile. His father knew he was gay and did not like it one bit, and when he was drunk he showed it and used it as another reason to yell at him. Andol did not say anything, but turned his head to the side, âNo I was justâ¦â His words here interrupted with a hard slap against the side of his face, which left a bruise as he was dropped to the floor, and he was yelled at again âWELL I CAN PROMISE THAT YOU WONâT BE SNEAKING OUT TOMMAROW. I WILL MAKE SURE OF THAT!!!âAndolâs eyes widened as he began to softly cry knowing that his father would do it too, âNo please, I promised himâ¦â His fatherâs eyes light up, âI KNEW IT, GET UP TO YOUR ROOM. I WILL BE PUTTING A STOP THIS I PROMISE YOU!!! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A LONG TALK TOMMAROW WHEN I GET BACK FORM WORK!!â The older man stood there over his son and Andol looked up at him and just went up stairs crying the entire time. Wishing that he had not left the arms of the merman, and just slept on the beach where he would have been safe. He went in his room and shut the door behind him. He curled up on the bed and cried, knowing that he would not be able to see Schrei. His dad did not go to work on Saturdays and would go to the bar across the street, so he would be able to see if Andol tried to leave the house. He cried and cried and soon cried himself to sleep.
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Soon a day past and Andol stayed up in his room dreading what would come when his father got home from getting drunk. He had thought about making a run for it, and hoping that Schrei would hear his cry and would save him, yet he was afraid of what his dad was capable of. So he did what he was told and just stayed up there, and has night began to descend, and the full moon rose Andol heard a yell, âSON GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE. WERE GOING HAVE A LONG TALK.â
Andol descended the stairs in fear and the instant he got to the bottom, there his father was with a belt, and his bottle. Andol pressed himself against the wall as a fist gave him another bruise, âALRIGHT, IF YOU WANT TO ACT LIKE A FAG. THEN I WILL BEAT THE FEAR OF GOD INTO YOU.â With that the older man brought down the belt onto Andol, who brought up his arm to defend himself. He let out a cry of pain and moved around the room to get away, sometimes dodging sometimes not. Until he was pinned in a corner he just balled up and cried as the drunken man struck him. He felt bad, it hurt really badly, not just psychically, but emotionally that he had let Schrei down. He whispered softly, âI am sorry Schrei. I am sorry.â