Thread: New Kid [Amigar & Fox Writer]

his dad is disgusting. she admitted. a while ago, back when Nathan had real friends, his Dad came over to my house and threatened me. she admitted. he said he didn't want a slut like me hanging around his boy. mom said i wasn't allowed to be friends with Nathan anymore, i think he threatened her too. i tried to stay friends with me but he went all nasty and mean on me too. Anna admitted with a sigh. the only people Nathan really hangs out with are the kids of his dads friends. guess it makes sense. Mr. Martin wouldn't want his son hanging out with riffraff like most of the people who go to school here. she admitted, wrinkling her nose in distaste. he thinks he's so much better than everyone else, but he's just a filthy drunk. the both of them. she huffed, glaring at Nathan as he walked across the opposite side of the room. anyway, i'll see you Monday Nathan! i'll get my mom to bake some cookies for us! she promised, smiling at him before skipping off home. Nathan looked more than a little stunned to be face to face with John. he hadn't even realized there had been nw neighbors. being that he tried to get home after his folks went to bed. he swallowed thickly, his cheeks going red with shame and rage, wondering if John was gonna start telling him hat he deserved it the way everyone else in his life so far had. Can't get over the fence. John finally croaked, his voice rough. a ring of small bruises around his neck let John know exactly where Mr. Martin had grabbed his son before administering physical punishment. Not that he'll try. he's too damn lazy. he'll go drink himself into a stupor and i can slip back in once he's asleep. Nathan informed him. wondering why he was being invited inside after he'd been so damn cruel to the little fr... the guy. it took him a long moment to weight the pros and cons. he was good at that. it was important to be able to tell the right decision when the wrong one could have a hand around your neck and a fist slapping your head around. finally he decided the warmth of a house was better than the hard ground and winced his way out of the rose bush with only two scratches to have to worry about. he'd gotten very good at managing the bushes. you don't have to pretend to care. Nathan informed him as he slipped inside like a skittish cat. we both know you think i deserve that fat bastard smacking me around.... we both know that i do. he admitted, sitting down carefully. his arm had a decent sized bruise on it, likely where he'd raised it to protect his face. it wasn't broken or cracked or sprained or anything serious. just badly bruised. he had a split lip and a black eye too, likely from a backhand, since his nose was bleeding a little too. all on the same side. his cheek was even starting to bruise, though it was hidden by the shiny brand new black eye. don't frown at me, i don't need your damn pity. he growled. just tell me what you want to keep your mouth shut about it so i can sneak back into m room before tubbo decides he wants to actually try for round two. so Nathan thought that John was looking for blackmail material. well, it wasn't an unexpected thought. in a city like that, even the adults would have been all too willing to exploit Nathans situation. made you wonder who else knew Mr. Martin was beating the shit out of his son and wasn't doing a thing about it.