Abandoned and Abused

The darkness of the small house on the outskirts of town seemed to swallow Suzuya whole as he trudged up the stairs, his small frame exhausted from a long day of playing outside. He had almost forgotten about the encounter with Bianca, and his excitement had been replaced with a sense of dread as he pushed open the creaky front door. His father, sprawled on the couch, glared at him with bloodshot eyes. "You're back," he slurred, his voice dripping with disdain. Suzuya's heart sank as he took in his father's inebriated state. Suzuya tried to sidestep him, but his father was too quick. He grabbed Suzuya's arm, yanking him back. "You think you can just ignore me and run off to play? You're not going anywhere," he sneered, his grip tightening around Suzuya's arm. Suzuya cried out in pain as his father twisted his arm. "Stop, Daddy, please!" he begged, tears streaming down his face. His father's expression turned uglier. "I wish we never had you," he spat, his voice venomous. He gripped Suzuya's hair, his fingers digging into the scalp. Suzuya yelped in pain as his father dragged him towards the basement door. The stairs seemed to stretch on forever as Suzuya's father threw him down, the sound of his own screams echoing off the walls. Suzuya tumbled and rolled, his body aching with each impact. He landed with a thud on the cold concrete floor, his mouth filling with blood. His father's yells still echoed in his ears as the basement door slammed shut, and the sound of the lock clicking into place seemed to seal his fate. Suzuya curled up into a ball, his body shaking with sobs as he clutched his bloody mouth. Upstairs, Suzuya's mother sat on the couch, her eyes glazed over as she smoked cigarette after cigarette. She had long given up trying to quit, and the nicotine had taken its toll on her frail body. She downed a whole bottle of whiskey, her mind numb to the pain and suffering that went on beneath her feet. Their addiction had started long before Suzuya was born. They had been party animals, always chasing the next high, and when they found out they were expecting, they hadn't exactly been thrilled. Suzuya's father had thought that his mother would lose the baby, so they had continued their destructive lifestyle. Suzuya's birth had been a miracle, but his parents had been less than thrilled. The complications he had faced at birth had been severe, and the doctors had been surprised he had survived. His parents, however, had been irritated by the inconvenience. As Suzuya grew older, his parents' neglect and abuse had become a norm. He would try to get their attention, to get them to love him, but they would only push him away. The memories of his mother's whiskey-slammed bottle to his head, his father's brutal smack to the ground, and the countless times he had been beaten and belittled still haunted him. The picture he had drawn for them, the one that had shown a happy family holding hands, had been his last attempt to get their love. But his father's cruel words, his mother's cigarette burn on his skin, and the screams that had followed had been the final nail in the coffin. Now, Suzuya lay in the darkness of the basement, his body small and scrawny from the lack of food and care. His heart had long given up hope, and all he could do was curl up and cry, his small body broken and battered.