Just a bit of info before we get into chapter one. While Donte was born in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, he spent most of his childhood( Age 5-17) living in Detroit, Michigan. With that said, let's get started!

I would also like to point out that this childhood is not my own, just one for my character, Nor has my father done any of the things the father does in this chapter and book. Thank you and Enjoy!

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In the Projects of Detroit, within one of the many homes, was a not so happy family. At the current time, five children sat in front of the TV, as WWE programming was playing. At the center of the five, was a young boy, about 6 or 7 years old, with dark brown, almost black hair and beautiful brown eye's. Around him were his siblings, his two older siblings, Brandon Williams, the Oldest Child, and Michelle, the second Oldest and the Oldest sister. Next to The one known as Donte Xander Williams, was his twin sister, Emily Renee Williams, and next to her was the youngest, a young Johnathan, or John, Williams. 

As the young children smiled happily at the tv, their smiles turned into looks of fear when they heard yelling from Kitchen. This was an on going occurance in this household. Back when it was only Brandon and Michelle, the two parents were happily in Love, but as time went on, and three more children came into play, things started to change. The Father had begone to drink and do drugs, eventually going into being a Drug dealer. Sure, it was bringing money to the house, but it wasn't safe.

As for the mother, she was always working, constantly getting new jobs just to try and pay the bills, all so her children could have happy lives. Everytime the two parents would argue, someone was getting hurt, and it was always the same person...the mother. It would always end the same, a loud thud, and the Father walking out the door, most likely to go drinking. 

As the bickering, yelling, and screaming continued, Donte clenched his fists tightly, as he stood up.

"Donte, what are you doing?" Michelle asked, a look of concern across her face. 

"I can't take it anymore...mommy puts up with so much...just for us, and I won't stand for it anymore!" The young boy marched over to the Kitchen, his siblings following to try and stop him. As they got their, they saw the two parents yelling at one another. 

It terrified them when they witnessed their father grip their mother by her neck, choking her. Donte let out a scream, as he ran at the adult male, furiosly punching him square in his crotch.

"Ahhh! You little brat!"

"Donte, no! Get back to the living room!" Their mother screamed in concern, as the father slowly got back up. Their mother tried to hold him back by the back of his shirt, but he simply punched her to force her to let go. Donte stood his ground, now in front of his mother, as their father took a knife out from the drawer. 

"Donte, stop this now and get out of here!" Their mother screamed with worry and concern, holding her now bruised cheek.

"No! I won't let him hurt you anymore!"

"You wanna get involved, then I'll treat you like you're an adult, you little shit!" Their father roughly grabbed Donte by his hair, dragging him away from the others. Donte's siblings tried to help, but with a single showing of the knife, they backed away slowly in fear. 

"Let me go, you jerk!"

"Oh, I'll let you go alright!" The others couldn't see with their fathers back blocking their view, but soon enough, they heard screaming from Donte, as the young boy flaled around, screaming in agony and pain.

"Shaun, please stop this! He's just a little boy! Put him down!" 

"Sorry, Karina, but if he wants to get involved with my business, then this is what happens!"

"Put my son down!" Karina yelled, picking up a frying pan, and hitting Shaun over the head with it so hard, it knocked him out. She looked over at her crying and broken son, her hands over her mouth in shock. With the knife he had, Shaun had cut open the skin right under his right eye, and had dragged the knife all the way his face, it ended just below his nose.

Karina picked up the crying and bloody Dontel as blood dripped from the cut.

- TimeSkip -

The family was now in the hospital. They had to wait a while at the house, since they called the Police to take away Shaun, before heading to the Hospital. It had been at least an entire overnight stay, as the family waited for the Doctor. 

All other four children were still asleep, as Karina awoke from the sound of the door opening. A nurse was with the Doctor, holding a now sleeping Donte, who had bandaging all over his right cheek, covering also the right eye. 

"So, Doctor, is my son going to be alright?" Karina asked, as the Nurse handed Donte over to her, who held him close.

"It's good you got him here when you did, Miss Williams. Anymore blood loss and he would have possibly died. We were able to stop the bleeding, get a quick blood donor over, and stitch up the cut. Give it about 4 to 8 weeks and it should fully heal, but it will leave a scar in the area. Make sure he doesn't do anything to serious that could open the wound, and he should be fine. Just remember to change out the bandaging every week. Other than that, you're good to go Miss Williams."

"Oh, thank you so much!"

"Of course, just head over to the front desk to pay and you're free to head home." With that said, the Doctor walked back through the doors with the Nurse. Soon, Karina left with her four other children, Michelle holding onto the Donte the hold ride home.

- TimeSkip - 16 Years Old -

"Donte, when did you get a tattoo!?" Karina yelled at Donte, who at the age of 16, was much matured. His hair had grown longer, as well as starting to grow in facial hair. The scar of course was on his face from the incident years ago. 

Karina looked over his hand, or hands I should say, as the tattoo went across his fingers, spelling out 'Fighter' with an exclamation mark on his left pinky to finish it. The writing was done in a hardcore styled way.

"Sorry mom, but...I just wanted something to help me remember the things that I...no, we went through. I had to fight for months of seeing you getting hurt, for us, and I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sorry mom, but this is what I am now...a fighter." Donte explained, as Karina's eye's went to ones of happiness.

"Fine...I won't punish you...come here." She brought her son into a hug, to which his head rested on top of hers, due to him already being 6 foot tall, while his mother was only 5'6. "I love you, Donte. You know that right?"

"Of course, and I love you too mom. Now and forever."

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And that's chapter one. I wanted to do this chapter to show off just how Donte got his scar that I mentioned in the Info chapter, as well as showing Donte' first tattoo, and the reason for him having it. Now, please no one get upset at me when it came to anything that happened in this chapter, especially the Hospital part. I'm not one going into a medical degree, so I don't know how it works, but I wanted to show it happen.

Next chapter, I'll be showing all of Donte's tattoos, and then after that, we have another timeskip to Donte's Indie days, as well as his training with a certain Irish man, and his first meeting with a certain firey Lass.

Just wanna point out that I find the whole 'The Man' gimmick a bit annoying, but I'll always love Becky. Is is just me or no? In this story, I won't have the whole 'Man' gimmick go too far, in this case *cough* Twitter roasts *cough*

But anyways, hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and until next time...

Have a good one everyone!