Jerry woke up the next morning in a sweat. He'd been having those dreams of the fire ever more frequently, it might have had something to do with him not taking the tablets that he'd been given. But , he had learned from his real father that pills can do more damage than what they do good.

This dream, however had seemed far more realistic than his others. He actually felt his father grabbing his arm in this one, his hand coming from the darkness and dragging him away. This never scared him though, he WANTED to go with his father. He wanted to be with his mother too. 

Sighing, the boy got up and went to put on the only thing that he'd had left of his father. His choker that he never stopped wearing apart from in sleep.

...It wasn't there.

The boy began to hyperventilate. Where was it?! He'd placed it on the counter but it wasn't there anymore. So who took it?! Jerry's mind went to that annoying girl, Bev.

'She always get's jealous over stuff she can't have as her own'

He seethed as he stormed out the room and into Bev's . The girl just about jumped out her skin when the boy slammed the door open.

"J-Jeromey?"

She yelped and this further frustrated him.

"You don't get to call me THAT name. Now where the fuck is my choker?!"

He grabbed her wrist and she just stared , in terror and shock. Bev's father came rushing in and separated the two of them, his wife and the other child came soon after.

"What is going on in here?"

Exclaimed the father.

"Tell her to give my FUCKING choker back!"

Resisted Jerry with a snarl, Bev's father frowned.

"Young man, this is a holy house we do not swear here."

He stated and Jerry all but just erupted.

"Give me my choker back then, Beverly!"

Jerry spat at her, Beverly just broke down and walked over to every drawer that she had, every cupboard. She did not have it. The boy froze and stopped.

"She never took it, I did. While you live with us you will not hold on to any memory with that unholy demon. I have placed it in the holy room."

Stated Bev's father. Jerry went right to his face, anger evident.

"You might be posing as him..BUT YOU WILL NEVER BE MY REAL FATHER!"

The boy shoved by him and ran away. He'd had enough of this crack pot family, with their holy religions and how they squirmed at the word 'fuck' or ' damn it' 

Jerry went to his room and locked the door. The only remnant of his father had now been taken and tainted. This was not fair, it was his personal property and they had no right to take that away. They WEREN'T his parents.

"My real father is out there, and I bet he's looking for me. Mother too! I won't stay in this place , not one minute more."

The boy got dressed in his red hooded shirt and his black pants, then, he opened the window and fled the house.

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These are just rather short ones.