It all started seven years ago. Father and mother wouldn’t stop fighting about something. I don’t remember exactly what it was, but it was probably the biggest fight they ever had. I was young so I barely remembered.

Father had came home drunk while mother was reading her book completely ignoring me as I begged for something to eat. She never listened to me, even if I was inches away from her face screaming my lungs out. To her, I didn’t exist. Father headed straight to mother and I as I continued to scream out my lungs.

“Shut that kid up! This is not what I wanna come home to!” He yelled at her smacking the book out her hands.

“Maybe if you would come home earlier and not stay out drinking then you could watch him..” She mumbled under her breath so he wouldn’t hear as she picked the book up.

“Whatever you’re saying under your breath better be a complement!” He yelled startling as I watched him grab her roughly. “Get off of me!” She yelled and pushed him back roughly.

I scaredly ran behind the couch and watched in fear. I watched them continue to yell at each other, father looked as if he was on the verge of hitting her. That’s until I heard something different.

“Why don’t you go back to that women of yours! I bet that’s where you just were!” She yelled. Father glared at her before smirking. “And if I was?” He asked. He didn’t seem to care that it upset mother. She seemed more angry but it seemed like she didn’t wanna keep fighting him. “Fine.. Enjoy being with your mistress. I’m leaving.” She said softly and headed upstairs to get her things.

Father suddenly grabbed her yanking her back downstairs. “You’re not leaving me with that kid! Take him with you!” He wasn’t upset with her leaving him, he was upset that she was leaving me with him. 

“No, he’s yours to, you’re barely ever home to even take care of him, now's your chance to be a better father!” She told him making him laugh. 

“And you’re such a good mother aren’t you!?” I began to cry and felt a large change inside me. They didn’t love me or care about me. If I was gone they would be happy.

Things grew silent for a bit before father called me over. “Lucas, get over here now!” He yelled. I nervously got up and headed over to them. “Yes..?” I looked up at father then over at mother who glanced at me before walking away. 

“Come with me.” He said and headed to the basement door. I followed him downstairs, it was always dark down here and no one ever came down here unless father wanted to get more beer. He unlocked the downstairs door to the basement and gently pushed me in. 

“Why are we down here father?” I asked scaredly. “You’ll see.” It was to dark to see his face but I knew he was smiling.

The door was then slammed shut and I was left alone in the dark basement. I began to cry and banged on the door. “Father please open the door! Let me out!” I screamed. 

“If you keep screaming, we won’t feed you for another week.” He said before I heard his footsteps going back upstairs shutting that door as well. I turned back looking at the basement. There was slight moonlight coming in from the one small window in the basement. 

I headed to it quickly trying to get out the darkness, only to step onto a shard of glass. I cried out in pain but covered my mouth remembering what father said. I limped over to the spot where the light hit sitting down and began trying to get the glass out my foot.

I was gonna die down here. They wouldn’t let me out, I doubt they ever would. The blood from my foot finally stopped after what seemed like forever. I couldn’t tell the time but it was still dark. My parents were cruel.. Treating their only child like a filthy animal. That’s when I realized that I didn’t care about them anymore. I didn’t care that they didn’t love me, I didn’t care that they hated me or treated me like nuisance. All I knew is that I wouldn’t let it last forever.