note- the male character Boy is 16 (along with his friends and such)
also i worked REALLY hard on this and i must say i am pretty proud of myself for this dramallama
My name is ‘Boy’
I awoke in the basement, cold and in pain. My whole body hurt, as I crawled to the light switch I looked in the tiny mirror with the faint light showing a big bump on my head. thats when it all came to me. I had come home to my parents fighting, my dad was fully enraged, luckily when I walked in he was in his room and my mom was in the kitchen. She was picking up a broken glass,
“Hurry go in the basement, before he can hurt you too.” my mom whispered as I noticed her face was red, he had slapped her.
“I told you not to say a word!” my father came into the room, I looked down, to avoid his gaze “I see, your home, how was school Boy?” I shrugged,
“Fine Father” I braced myself for his anger,
“Fine? That wasn’t an answer!” he slapped me and I fell to the floor with a thud.
“Now give me an answer Boy, How was school?”
“It was good Father. In English we read a book called ‘Animal farm’ and for science we did an experiment with Acids and Bases..” I looked up to see if he was happy, he smirked,
“That was an answer Boy... Now! Help your mother.” I got up weakly,a nd slowly walked to my mother and helped her clean up the broken dish.
“Now, will you break another dish my wife?” my father stood in the door way that went from the kitchen to the living room.
“No darling, I will not break another dish.” My mother surrendered to my father she was too weak to fight back. My father smiled,
“Good, now Boy will you ever break a dish?” I nodded no, “I spoke to you so you speak back! Now, I said will you ever break a dish!?” He was angry,
“No father I will not break a dish.” I said it in a whisper, my fear keeping me from speaking loud enough, he grabbed my wrist roughly and dragged me to the basement, he threw me down the steps roughly and replied,
“Maybe when I let you out you will speak properly to your father!” then I’d blacked out.
My black hair was messy and covered my light brown eyes. I checked my body for bruises, which of corse there were. I had a bruise on my side where I had hit a step, and on my leg, and on the back of my shoulder. I trudged over to my bed, as I laid down on the pile of old worn blankets I heard the door being unlocked from the outside. Then I realized I had left the light on. I jumped form my bed and charged at the light switch, I barely turned the light of as the door opened, I sat down to make it seem I had just woken up.
“Son? Are you awake?” it was my mother. I stood up, in pain for running,
“Yea. Are you OK Mom?” she ran down the stairs, and hugged me
“Yes son. I am so sorry.” she was crying as she put her head on my shoulder,
“Its not your fault, soon enough we will end this all. It will all end mother.” she sighed,
“Yes Boy. It will end soon, but your father will be back soon he went out to the bar half an hour ago, I wanted to wait to be sure he wasn’t testing me. I love you Boy, stay strong.”
“Yes mother.” she let me go and left the basement I heard the familiar sound of the lock. and went to sleep on my bed.
I woke up the next day sore, but not as sore as I have been before. I walked to the small sink and splashed water in my face as my father opened the basement door.
“Boy are awake?” I wiped my face dry,
“Yes father.” he gestured to me to come up stairs. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch as my mother came in with the cover-up.
“Boy, I apologize for yesterday, I was angry...” I nodded as my mother covered the bruise on my cheek with make-up.
“OK, your done Boy, now go catch the school bus.” I grabbed my backpack off the ground and ran to the bus.
I scribbled on my homework the answers I had guessed.
“Hey, dude, why don’t you do your homework at uh, I don’t know... Home?” my friend Mike asked,
“Its complicated.” I put my homework in my backpack.
“Parents again?” He jumped from the seat across from me to next to me.
“Yea... Just, don’t tell anyone.... If it gets out.... It’ll get worse...” he took my head in his hand and studied my face.
“I wont.... but that cover-up will... Marsie will cover you properly at school OK?” I nodded,
“Thanks man...” he smiled,
“No problem dude....”
When we got off the bus, Mike and I ran to the bush where Marsie usually waited for us. When we climbed in she already had all the stuff ready. As Marsie covered my bruises to where you couldn’t notice a thing Mike checked the bruise on the back of my shoulder to see if it was broken.
“Your lucky my mom is a professional make-up artist...”
“And that my dads a doctor...” Mike pressed on the bruise and screamed in pain.
“That hurts... Don’t mess with it...” Mike sighed and looked without touching the bruise.
“Dude..... how did you get this bruise?” Mike looked worried.
“My dad threw me down the basement stairs.... Why, is it bad?” Marsie started to cover the bruises on my arms.
“Uh, yea.... I’m pretty sure you broke your collarbone...” Marsie gasped,
“We have to do something, your father hasn’t hurt you this bad before.... he’s getting more violent...” Marsie covered my last bruise quickly, and handed me my shirt.
“No, my collarbone can’t be broken, and no we cant tell anyone.” Mike sighed,
“Dude the only possible way it isn’t broken, is if it just cracked which is just as bad. You need to go to the doctor.” I shrugged as I put my shirt on in pain.
“I’ll work something out.” I climbed out of the bush as the bell rang and walked to class.
After school as I was running to the bus someone shoved me and pushed on my shoulder. It knocked the wind out of me and felt like someone was stabbing me in the back. I walked an leaned against the wall to rest. After about ten minutes Mike ran up to me worried,
“Dude, the bus left and when I didn’t see you I got off. What happened?” I sighed,
“Your right.”
“Right about what?” I lifted my bag off the ground.
“My collarbone is seriously messed up.”
“I told you, now lets walk you home, maybe your dad will be in a good mood.” I sighed, and handed Mike my back pack.
We slowly walked home and when I got home I told Mike to go home, and that I would be fine.
“Mother? Father? Im home.” my mom came down the stairs with my dad behind her.
“Why didn’t you take the bus home Boy?” my father was upset, I could tell.
“I have a reason let me explain father.” He nodded, “I think I broke my collarbone and I got shoved so I missed the bus and had to walk home.” My father sighed as my mother looked worried.
“Get in the car, I will take you to the hospital and say you fell down the stairs.”
We went to the hospital and the doctor confirmed that my collarbone was broken, and gave me a sling that held my left arm. On the ride home my father sat silent, we did not speak a single word the whole ride. He opened the door and my mother ran to me and hugged me,
“My baby... are you OK?” I sighed,
“Yes mother.... Thank you for taking me father.” he looked at the table, it sat empty.
“I know I haven’t cooked dinner, I was just worried about Boy so I forgot.” my mother let me go and walked towards my dad, he turned quickly and slapped her,
“You forgot to cook? Make dinner, and get out of my sight.” he walked to the couch. i looked at my mom, he had left a mark that looked like it would become a bruise.
“You gave your son a broken collarbone, so you come home and slap your wife?” my father got up from the couch and didn’t look happy.
“You shut up, and go to the basement. Just because your hurt dosen’t give you a right to talk to me that way.” I looked him in the eye’s, which I haven’t done since I was very little.
“Some man you are...” and walked to the basement. I laid on my bed and went to sleep.
I later woke up, I stood up and looked out the small window, I noticed it was raining. I sighed and wondered how I would ever get away from my abusive father. Thats when it hit me, my father had never locked the basement door, I could get out of the basement. I walked to the door quickly and slowly opened it. I crawled out of the basement and closed the door quietly. I inched towards the living room, where I heard the TV on. When I looked in I saw my father asleep. I got up and slowly went towards my parents room, where I heard my mother crying. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I whispered through the door,
“Mother, its me, Boy, where is the key?” I heard my mother crawl to the door and whisper back to me,
“Your father has it, don’t risk it he is a light sleeper.” I ignored her, I was tired of my father and I was going to end this as I had told her. I walked out to the living room and sneaked around to were I was behind him. I noticed the key was in his hand, I leaned over the couch to try to grab it but he stirred so I backed away. He stood up and I ducked behind the couch I looked around for a way to escape but saw no way. My father walked to the kitchen and looked in the fridge, so I crawled and hid beneath the table. I looked out and saw him take a plate out of the fridge and set it down on the counter, he poured himself a drink and sit at the table to eat. I crawled back as far away from him as I could I then noticed the only light in the house was from the TV and the occasional strike of lightning from outside. I listened to hear if there was anything to cover the sound of me moving around and suddenly, the rain stared to pour down heavily and loudly. I took the chance and crawled from behind the table to around the kitchen, i was now behind my father. A strike of lightning lit up to kitchen for a second and I suddenly realized what I had gotten myself into. I had a broken collar bone, a useless left arm, it was the middle of the night and I was sneaking around my abusive father, who now had a knife while he sat eating, then I wondered. What if he knows im here and is just waiting to catch me off guard? I shook the thought out of my head, I needed to think clearly. He finished the food and stood up, I then mapped out how I planned him to move, and miraculously he moved exactly as I had planned. When he turned right I was right in sync with him and was like a shadow. I followed him throughout the kitchen, putting the dishes in the sink, throwing away his napkin, pushing in the kitchen chair, and then he went back to the couch. I stood behind him while he sat on the couch watching the TV amazed with myself for what I had done.
About half an hour later he had fallen asleep again, I looked and noticed he’d put the key in his shirt pocket. I took the chance and reached in, it felt I’d went so slow it took an hour to get hold of the key, I then slowly pulled my hand away from his shirt. I closed my hand around the key that would lead me and my mother to freedom. It was cool on my skin, I sneaked back to my parents room, just as carefully as before. When I got to the door I whispered to my mother,
“I got the key, are you awake?” my mother responded quickly.
“Yes, I’ve been sitting here since you last left. Are you alright?” I stood up and slowly unlocked the door, the soft click was music to my ears. I opened the door to my mother, who had tears in her eyes
“We cant go through the front door, he’s in the living room. Can we go through the window?” I hugged my mother as I put the key in my pocket, she stepped back,
“No, he’s locked it. What about the garage?” I smiled,
“Maybe, but its a loud door, if we use it he will hear, and we will have to run.” she grinned.
“I can run.” I hugged my mom again,
“And so can I.” we both sneaked off to the garage, unsurprisingly it was unlocked. when we got in the garage I turned on the light and whispered to my mother,
“We will open it quickly, no matter how much noise it makes, and sprint forward. Do not, and I mean do not look back or turn back to close the door. If I trip, keep running, if we separate keep running. Its best us separated and free than together and trapped.” she nodded as we walked towards the garage door. I unlocked it, it made a snapping sound, but not one to awaken my father. I looked at my mother who had her hands on the handle along with me as we began to say in unison,
“One.....Two.....three...” on three we both tugged with all our strength, and ripped the door up to the soaked outside world, the door was loud as we had expected. Any second now my father would come out enraged. My mother and I charged out of the garage, the cold rain felt so good on my skin as I took large, quick strides. I felt the make-up that hid all my scars and bruises run off my face and arms. I heard my father scream, I couldn’t make out what he said, being my mother and I were already at the end of the street and we were laughing about our new found freedom. We jogged a couple blocks then walked a few more. It was still night, about four in the morning by the time we stopped. We stopped at a bus stop to get out of the rain. I smiled and hugged my mother,
“Were free mom! We are free!” I felt her cry into my shoulder,
‘Yes, thank you son, if you had listened to me, we would still be trapped there... Thank you so much son...” we sat there hugging for a couple minutes. Then I stepped back,
“Im going to go see if I can get food, you stay here. If he comes or you even think you see him you run, I don’t care if its been five seconds since I left or five hours, you run.” she nodded,
“Be safe, your all I have.” I nodded and walked away into the rain towards, where I knew there were stores.
After about ten minutes in the rain walking I saw a Walmart down the street. As I walked the rain ended. As I adjusted my sling, which was now soaked, I heard a car screech and drive down the street. My heart completely stopped, until I noticed It was’nt my fathers car. Then a girl, with long black hair in a pony tail, black glasses, a small black jacket, and tight hugging jeans ran down the sidewalk. She sighed and smiled at me,
“My friends ditched me... aren’t they lovely?” she had a cute smile and he glasses slightly hid her bright green eyes.
“Uh, yea...” I smiled.
“Im Kyda, whats your name?” thats when I realized, my whole life my father called me Boy, and so did my mother, and all my teachers called me by my last name, when they did call me, which was rare.
“I, uh... I don’t really have a name.... My dad just always called me Boy...” I felt my face get hot from embarasement. Kyda giggled,
“What do you mean your father called you Boy? You must have a name, what did your mother call you?” I shrugged,
“When my mother did call me by my name, he would make her call me Boy, and she only called me by my real name when I was really young.” Kyda must have thought I was joking because she suddenly had a look of worry,
“Wait, he would make her?” I nodded, she gasped and took a step closer to me, “Was he.... abusive?” I looked away, I never liked to talk about my father to people and now this Kyda girl was asking about it all.
“No....” she put her hand under my chin and turned my head to face her. She looked at my bruises and my arm, and nodded no,
“You cant lie to me.... He was... I know, I can tell.” I looked her in the eyes, she was beautiful,
“What do you mean you can tell?” Kyda backed away from me, un zipped her jacket, and showed me a scar on her arm,
“My mother and father used to be abusive, but I told my friend and she told her father, who was a police officer and it was all ended. It was a year ago and now im moving in with my cousin.” she smiled at me, “So don’t worry, I know the pain of it all.” she put her jacket back on.
“Yes... he was, me and my mom ran away a couple hours ago.”
“Well, where’s your mom? I’ll take you to my cousins, they’ll help you guys out.” Kyda smiled at me and stood close to my side as we started to walk to the bus stop.
Kyda and I talked as we walked to the bus stop.
“Well you need a name other than Boy thats what I did. My birth name was Leslie, but being the name was given to me by my parents it brought back bad memories, so I changed my name.” I smiled,
“So your actually Leslie, but changed to Kyda?”
‘Yep, now you are getting a name change, I don’t care if your mother remembers your birth name or not, it will still remind you of your father. So, its time to re-name you, my friend.” Kyda was right beside me as we walked.
“Well, what names do you have for me?”
“Hmm.... how about Aaron?”
“Nah, I don’t like the name.” Kyda giggled,
“Well, there’s Daniel, Adom, Erik, Michael.” I shrugged,
“I don’t like those either.” Kyda pushed me to the side,
“Well your picky!” Kyda laughed, “I don’t know.... You look like a Noah to me.” I looked down and realized Kyda’s hand was right beside mine, so I took the chance and held her hand,
“I like Noah.” I looked at Kyda, she was blushing, but smiling also.
When we go to the bus stop my mom was asleep on the bench. She was almost dried off from siting on the bench, protected from the rain. The sun was coming up and there was a slight breeze.
“Mom, its me.” she sat up sleepily.
“Boy?”
“Yea, but from now on call me Noah; and this is Kyda.” Kyda let go of my hand and brushed her bangs out of her face.
“Well nice to meat you Kyda, im Jenna.” Kyda and my mom shook hands
“Im going to call my aunt to come pick us up, to take us to her house.” Kyda pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.
“Wait, what is going on?” my mom was confused.
“Kyda’s family is going to help us.”
A couple months after staying with Kyda’s aunt, which was also Marcie’s mom, everything was going fine. My collar bone and bruises healed, my father was taken to prison, and my mom had gotten a new job, everything was perfect. Then one afternoon while Kyda and I were walking her German Sheppard, Luie, we were holding hands. Nothing more had happened since Kyda and I had met, we just occasionally held hands. So it was nothing different to hold hands with Kyda while walking Luie. When we let Luie inside and continued walking together it started to rain. Being nice I gave Kyda my jacket and it started to really pour down. We started to jog down the sidewalk to get home quickly, when I put my hand in my pocket I found a cold metal object, I stopped jogging and started to walk with Kyda beside me and pulled out the object in my pocket. It was a key, the key that locked the door in my old house. The house that held a million bad memories, a horrible past, and all my secrets. It meant so much, so much good, but also so much bad.
“What is it?” Kyda could tell they key meant something.
“Its the key that unlocked the door to my parents room. If I hadn’t gotten this key the night I met you.... You wouldn’t know me, and I’d be locked in the basement.” Kyda squeezed my hand to tell me she was here for me, which she constantly did.
“What are you going to do with it?” she knew how much that key meant, maybe not how much bad, but she knew how much good. I took a deep breath, let go of Kyda’s hand, and threw the key as far as I could. I saw it land in a small river of rain water and that was the last time I saw it. I turned back to Kyda,
“That was then... This is now.” I pulled Kyda close and hugged her, our face inches apart,
“This is now Noah, and now is us...” we leaned in and I had my first kiss, in the rain, with the one person in the world that really understood me.
“I love you Leslie.”
“I love you Boy.” we just sat in the rain like that, holding each other, me loving her no matter who she was, her loving me for no matter who I was, and that, I realized, was true love...
