Bam!
Bam!
Splurt...
"Protect me..."
"Yeah, right," Keith thought of the past as he spat out blood. His lips were bruised, his face was covered in cuts, and blood flowed from his wounds.
"Oh... will you call your mama?"
"Witch, isn't she? Come on, tell her to wake up from the dead and save you," a young male voice said as two others burst into laughter.
At the moment, Keith was on the ground, his vision blurry as he felt pain all over his body.
Around him were three kids the same age as him.
They were his bullies.
Actually, not only them.
The whole town bullied him.
Shortly after Father Yen took him in, he died two years later, reinforcing Keith's title as the Witch's Son so much that the hatred had turned into something even worse.
He was cast aside and became someone who survived on scraps of food.
He was also beaten by the kids every day while the adults watched.
Keith had become nothing more than entertainment to them.
Could Keith call it luck or misfortune?
