I apoligize due to me not uploading recently, but I am just trying to brainstorm all my options on where I wanna go with this story. I don't wanna take too much from the actual game itself, so I am hoping that my tiny brain can keep up with all this. I appreciate your patience and I will be doing something that will get the readers involved, so hopefully that goes well. Anyways back to the falshback, which I am thinking I might be making it a little too long, but oh well I already uploaded the last chapter, so I gotta stick with it now.

I had just jumped on top of Jacob and then proceed to beat the crap outta him. While I am doing this the other three just sit there dumbfounded at the site their seeing. Their friend being beat to hell and he can't fight back.

Y/N: FIGHT BACK MOTHER FUCKER!!! FIGHT BACK MOTHER FUCKER!!! FIGHT BACK!!!

By the time I was done I doubt his own mother would even recognize him. I stand up to look at the other three who are now standing still scared shitless as they all put their fists up ready to jump me again.

Scott: Your gonna pay for that you... you... ANIMAL!

Logan: We knew you were nothing, but a-

Before he continued his sentence I swiftly moved over and sucker punched Logan right on the nose causing him to fall back and scream in pain now that he has a bloody nose.

Logan: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD THIS HURTS SO BAD.

Y/N: Jesus christ at least show some back bone you wuss. You all suker punched and kicked me all over just 5 seconds ago, but did you hear me whinning like a little bitch.

Scott: EAT SHIT PHSYCO.

Scott goes for a right hook on my ribs, I parry it by grabbing his arm and letting him hit me, but I push my ribs back a little only taking minimal damage from the blow. I parried his hook to bring him down into an arm bar where I continue to pull on it with all my might as he screams beggin me to let go.

Scott: AHHHHHHHH STOP IT. YOUR GONNA BREAK MY ARM!!!

Y/N: That's the point shit for brains.

Within the next second after I say that I hear a snap in his arm as I give one last final pull. I am 110% sure I just dislocated his arm. Scott then passes out from the pain.

Y/N: Now it's just me and you Brett the hit man knock off.

Brett seemed the most scared out of all of them. That's funny considering he was talking the most shit out of all of them.

Brett: Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh shit.

I start to get this mixture of bad smells all in my nose as I look down at Brett I see a wet spot start to form around his family jewls. So he got, so scared he pissed himself. Nice.

Y/N: Well I guess that's my que to make my leave. You guys got off lucky considering I only broke one of your arms. I could have done a lot worse if you ticked me off the worst way.

As I was leaving I still smell something else other and I look at Brett one last time as he tries to get up slowly with a stiff and disgusted face.

Y/N: Next time you plan on acting a big man around other people remember this face is the one who can eaisly put you in your place to the point to where you shit and piss youself.

With that I grab my bag and limp my way back home while avoiding people as best I can ocasionally hiding some of my bruises when I couldn't find my way around some people. I finally reach my house and as I was just about to head upstairs I hear a voice that makes me wanna whip this hoe house upsidedown. Sorry if that was cringy or corny.

Dad: Would you mind telling me why your a whole hour late? School ends at 2, so that means you should have been home by 3 and its 4, so would you care to explain your pathetic self.

Y/N: ...

I really don't have the mental capacity to deal with this asshat right now, but I know he will just chase me back to my room if I run. Even if I manage to get in my room and lock it, he will just FBI the door down and off its hinges then beat me for ignoring him. Running away from him. Locking him out. Defining him basically.

Dad: Well... I am waiting for an answer Y/N.

He then notices some of the cuts and bruises on my body.

Dad: Well shit what the fuck happened to you? Looks like you got jumped or sum shit.

Y/N: I did

Dad: Did you win at least?

Y/N: Yea

Dad: Well at least you can do something right. If you ever wanna become a real man like me you need to know how to fight off anyone who thinks they can just walk all over you.

Hearing this made me laugh my ass off. Did he really just said a real man like him all in one sentence? That's more funny then saying that Machine Gun Kelly is a better rapper then Eminem.

Dad: What the fuck's so funny1!?

Y/N: You saying you is man. That's the biggest cap of this century. If being a man means I end up being a hustler for people you call homeboys living with his grandma, with no education or special talent besides drinking and smoking crack at the age of 49, then I don't wanna be a man. Give me the shot that turns me into a women now, cause I already hate being man, because of men like you. You think you know everything and when someone says otherwise you throw the biggest baby fit that I would rather deal with a baby then you.

Dad: You have no right to judge me. Your still just a brat, who thinks he has everything figured out. I would love to see you try any better when you don't have any special talents either. Remember where you came from you little shit. I brought you in-

Y/N: Into this world and I can take you out of it yada yada yada, tell me where in those sentences where I gave two shits. As for taking me out of this world, I have already waited this long, and you have said that more times then I can count. So do me a favor. Be a man and fucking do something about it you worthless, hypocritical, good for nothing homophobic racist who makes Kanye West's music more enjoyable when I don't wanna hear your annoying ass voice.

This set my dad off to the point where he back handed me causing me to fall to the ground holding my face in pain as the stings continue to intensify.

Dad: I'll teach you to pick fights you can't win you little ungrateful, cocky, worthless piece of semen.

Y/N: Even you insults are dogshit.

Dad: WHY YOU!!!

He then puts his hands around my neck chocking me until I start to lose consciousness. Before I passed out tho he digged his finger nails into the back of my nack while still chocking me but not as hard (Pause) as he was the first second he started choking me to wake me up from the sudden pain of his nails digging into my skin cause blood to drip down my back.

Dad: When you wake up, you will wish you would have never talken to me that way. Now sleep you bitch.

That's exactly what I did in the next few seconds as he continued to chock me. I awake the next 2 hours to see that all my stuff that had to do with rap was either lost, sold, or destoryed by my father. One of my only sources of happiness and closure to my god awful parents, its all gone. All my work just wasted.
As if beating me wasen't enough he had to add my stuff into it. My stuff had nothing to do with our little fuss, yet he still comtinues to use my things as a way to make my life more unbearable.

Y/N: What else did I expect tho? This is my shithead of a father I am talking about. God my neck hurts, so bad.

The blood that was from my neck was now dried up, so I would have to go wash it off. The nail marks on my neck became permanent as he actually made a few holes. Did he chock me more when I was out, cause my neck felt really sore all around? Oh well, nothing I can do about it now.

Did this flashback have to be this long? If you want character development then yes. Remember I am still learning. I will be doing a few more flashbacks when I think it would be best to do it. Anyway next chapter done as I wanted to have this chapter only be the rest of the flashback, so next chapter where going back to reality. As always I hope you guys enjoed. Paece out my homies.