"You useless brat!" A kick landed on 8-year-old Nathan.
"Gah!" Nathan clutched his stomach, tears streaming down his eyes. He coughed a few times. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
His father looked at him as if he were some trash. He glared at him for a few seconds as Nathan kept apologizing. Only then did he stop.
"Hmph." His father snorted and walked back to the couch before sleeping.
"..." Nathan gritted his teeth. His body was shaking as he got up and staggered across the room, reaching the fridge.
He tried to look for food, but there was nothing but cans of beer.
Nathan bit his lip while looking around the house. He wondered if there was anything left to eat.
From what he saw, there was a small biscuit that hadn't been eaten along with some crumbs. Nathan could only eat this biscuit and gathered all the crumbs.
Still, he was too hungry. Sadly, he couldn't find any more food in the house.
