( Admin: I have to admit, I was a little afraid to put this one up. But hey. Ether everything is okay to write about, or nothing is.)

[ Flashback ]

[ The sun is setting for the day. The camera zooms along the Cyn’s neighborhood, till it comes to their household. The lights are all on, and some mud drips onto the sidewalk by the camera. It moves up and we see a young twelve-year-old Yen in jean shorts and a big ripped t-shirt. He’s covered in mud and bruises, shivering from the cold. He’s watching the house, contemplating his next move. ]

Yen [ inner dialog ] : I don’t really want to go home..

[ He turns a bit, looking down the street to the lightened city. He shivers again and looks back at the house where a crash is heard, making Yen jump. ]

Yen [ inner dialog ] : But where else can I go?

[ There’s the sound of men laughing and Yen sighs as he makes his way up to the door. ]

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[ Yen walks into the living room, where the table is flipped over and a few men and his father, John are watching the game drinking beers. John notices Yen come into the house and he gets up. ]

John: Where have you been?

Yen [ keeps a straight face ] : I was at school.

John: Till fucking 6:30?

[ Yen shifts in his spot and the men in living room chuckling as they take interest in the conversation. ]

Yen: I was at school till 4:30, then I walked around town till 5:30, then I went back to school and ran into some older students, then I came home.

John: So you weren’t just at the school, then.

[ John suddenly grabs Yen by the arm, tugging him forward. Yen tries to tug away, struggling and yelling. John growls and slaps Yen across the face to make him stop moving. ]

John: You lied to me, Yen!

Yen [ doesn’t move ] : The only place I was technically at was the school.

John: What was that, you little smart-ass?

Yen: What’s wrong, hard of hearing old man?

[ John’s friends laugh at Yen’s attitude. And John growls, lifting Yen up by his arm, who starts whimpering. ]

John: That’s it.

[ John starts dragging Yen outside, his friends right behind them as they’re drunkenly cheering. ]

Yen: Let me go bastard!

John: You’re never going to learn any fucking respect, are you?!

Yen: Then why do you bother?

John: Shut up!

[ Yen begins screaming, throwing a fit as he’s being dragged. John’s friends start yelling to John. ]

John’s friends: Show that brat who’s boss’!

John: Well I did promise a show later on.

Yen [ hisses at John’s friends ] : You fuck heads!

[ John throws Yen against the porch steps before bending down, grabbing the rope that’s attached to the railing. Yen sits up, rubbing his shoulder and tummy. He then yelps as his father grabs him. John then ties the rope tightly around his sons neck; doubling the knot a few times.

Realizing what’s going to happen, Yen starts clawing at the rope. His father smiles over to his friends. ]

John: I told you he was fiery in real life.

One of them: I can see, boy.

One of them [ clanging his bottle with one of the other men ] : Is this the show you were mentioning before, Johny?

John: Nope. We have to clean him up first.

One of them: Sounds fun.

[ John looks down at Yen, who’s fighting with the rope, smiling. ]

Yen: I don’t want to play this anymore.

John: If you’d just listen, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Now would you?

[ Yen stops for a moment and glances down at himself. John moves forward and starts violently ripping off Yen’s shirt and shorts. Then he stands and steps backwards. ]

John: Greg. Hose please.

Greg: The hose? Wouldn’t it be frozen this time of year?

John: There’s no snow out; it’s not frozen. I used it last night.

Greg [ unravels the hose line, throwing the end to John ] : Catch.

John [ catches the end ] : Don’t move now, Yen.

Yen: Fuck you!

[ Greg turns on the water, smiling that it isn’t frozen and John instantly swings the hose at Yen, the end smacking him across the face and the water soaking him head to toe. He yelps and tries to move behind the railing, swearing under his breath. ]

John: Come on now, don’t complain. You know I can’t trust you to bathe yourself now can I?

Yen [ shivering ] : That water is fucking cold..

John: Well it is fall.

[ John pulls the hose back and picks it up again, putting his thumb against the nozzle, making the water spray before pointing it at his son. Yen curls up, screaming. John’s friends start cheering and yelling again. ]

John: Jeez, Yen. What kind of man are you?

Yen [ whines ] : It hurts!

John’s friends: Suck it up!

John’s friends: Bet the bitch is good at that.

[ Yen shuts his eyes, making the screen black. The sound of the hose, his father and his friends start to fade out. ]