THE PEACEFUL, EMPTY void of sleep claiming Trevor was shattered by a thundering voice. “Wake up, boy!” A dark, towering figure swayed into his bedroom, grabbing him by the hair, jerking him awake. “Wake up, you piece of crap!”
Trevor fought against the all-too-frequent nightmare plaguing him. His entire body flinched in his dream as a heavy fist came down on him, breaking his nose in one fell swoop.
Wham! Another fist pummeled him. “Where’s that slut you call Mom?” The whiskey on his father’s breath made his stomach churn.
“I don’t know!” He scrambled up against the headboard in a fetal position, hands wrapped around his head to avoid any more blows to his face. Blood ran out of his nose and into his mouth, the metallic taste making him gag.
“You’re lying!” Trevor heard a buckle being
