short story

 Little Boy and His Nightmare

“Hey zack, may i talk to you?”

His teacher said. He walks over to the teachers desk dragging his head and arms. “yes Ms. Bogger?”

He slowly says.

“ Are you alright? lately you haven't been yourself. Everything at home good? i mean look at you, you got bruises all over.”

She questioned him. He hesitates to respond. Soon after he replies with

“ ye...yes. Everythings fine Ms.Bogger. My bruises are from football.”

He tries not making eye contact by looking out the window.

“ okay, you can sit down now.”

She responded softly. Zack is 11 years old and doesn't play a sport. He is a quiet kid that gets good grades. He always sits in the back of the room and never raises his hand in class. Also he doesn't really have any friends. He loves the outside and probably can outsmart anyone in the forest. He knows every little thing about the woods behind his house. The woods are about 6 miles long. The final bell rings as everyone piles out of school as Zack slowly watches and walks behind everyone. His dad is supposed to pick him up this afternoon. He usually parks by the playground. Zack spots his dads car near the back of the playground and starts to run over to the car. His dad was tightly parked between two cars. Zack runs and swings open the front door and

“Smash”

The door whacks the side of the car next to them. Zack's dad jumps out of the car while screaming

“ Zack what was that?”

Zack stands there and just points at the damage done to his dads car.

“what the heck are you doing kid.”

his dad says while picking him up and tossing him into the front seat after smacking him across the face.

“ Your lucky no one saw this incident Zack.”

His dad crabs while flying out of the school parking lot.

“Get out of the car you stupid kid and go up to your room immediately.”

He runs jumps out of the car crying and runs into the house and right up stairs to his room. He jumps onto his bed face down and just lays there. A few hours later he is awoken by his mom.

“ Are you okay Zack?”

his mom asked.

“ ye...Yes im fine.”

he replys still laying face down into his bed.

“Then.. why did you come up here right after school? you never do that.”

She keeps asking questions.  

“ I DONT KNOW!”

He screams unexpectedly while smacking his hands against the surface of his bed. His mom walks out of the room and closes the door. In the next hour zack gets up and goes down stairs. Climbing all over the counters he searches the cabinets for something to eat.

“Zack, what are you doing! Get down from there right now.”

His dad yells.

“Im just looking for something to eat dad. I'm hungry.”

Zack says with a frown on his face.

“I dont care. We are eating dinner soon. Now go amuse yourself and  I dont want to see or hear you till then. Got me?”

His dad would just beat on him. He would never stop yelling at Zack. Everything Zack did wrong his dad would punish him in a very wrong way. Zack makes his way down stairs. His mom left to go to work at 4 o clock. She works the night shift at the most popular restaurant in town. Zack turned on the tv in his play room in the basement and sat on on his futon. He flips through the channels to try to find his favorite show, Mouse in the house. Zack waits and waits for his dad to tell him to come up for dinner. Its been about 2 and a half hours. Its now about 8 O’ Clock at night.  Before he knows it the door opens at the top of the stairs

“Lets go Dinners ready.”

His dad says with an irritant tone to it. Zack jumps  and runs up the stairs and reopens the door.

“ whats for dinner dad?”

Zack ask politely.

“Meat loaf with beans.”

His dad replies with a disgust look on his face.

“ Ew, i dont want this.”

Zack says while turn immediately around. Before he can get to the top of the stairs he is grabbed from the collar and placed in a seat at the dinner table.

“your eating this. You have no choice.”

Zack sits there with his arms crossed.

“ do you want me force it down your throat you little kid. i will, now get eating. NOW!”