His past

His lips treambled. Hot tears ran down his cheeks. He bat his eyelid as more tears streemed down. He sniffed back his runny nose. The pains in his eyes were obvious. The kids kicked him right in his stomach again. He fell over the desks making the desks crash over each other. His eye glasses fell. He stood up and bent down trying to look for the glasses with his hands. His eyes were clouded with tears.

"Fight back, you idiot" the voices echoed in his ears. He could not hide the tears. His heart ripped apart. These has been happening for years when it was just nine years old. His mother left his father because he - the father - could not afford to cather for her needs. No motherly love for him. His father does not like kids. He feels he - the son - is the cause of his misfortune ; no fatherly love either. He gambles and drinks with the little money he gets leaving his son to the mercy of the street. He transfers his aggression on his son whenever he is drunk.

Soon enough, he - the son