Bonus Chapter: Character Profiles

                                    

                                          
Here is the background of my OCs. They may or may not have a big role in my story, but once I gave them names, I had to give them backstories.
                          
WARNING: Some scenes, depict domestic abuse and may have some triggers. If this will upset you, do not read the starred parts. <☆>
                          
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Chuck - Chipmunk
                          
Name: Charles Thorn
                          
Age: 13
                          
Hair: Blond, curly on top, cropped sides
                          
Eyes: Blue
                          
Godly Parent: (Leave Guesses Here)
                          
Other Parent: Helena Thorn, Neurosurgeon
                          
Step-Parent: Boyle Haze
                          
Chosen Weapon(s): Bow and Arrows
                          
Years of Service: 1
                          
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He stepped out of the room and came toward me. His nostrils were flared and his mouth was twisted into a sick grin. His tiny, pig eyes were bulging and bloodshot. He smacked the bloody wrench against his palm as he stalked toward me. Dark red stained his silk shirt and coated his face and hands. My mother's blood.
                          
"N-no. Please," I begged. "Pl-please." I shuffled backwards along the wooden floor which was slick from the smashed wine bottles. My hands and bare feet were slashed by the broken glass. "B-Boyle please." My eyes welled with fearful tears and my voice choked. My entire body was racked with fear.
                          
The tall muscular man towered above me. He glared down and snarled, "How many times have I told you? You are to call me, Mr. Haze." He swung the wrench and I leant back so it missed my face by half an inch. He dropped his sick grin and growled, as if he was some kind of animal. "Don't MOVE!" He shouted.
                          
If I let him get his anger out now, it will be over quicker and I can help mom.
                          
He swung the wrench again and I braced for impact. The slick, bloodied metal collided with my cheek and made an almighty crack. Masses of pain surged through my jaw and my face, causing me to cry out and make more pain. My head slammed into the floor and against a large piece of glass which cut into the other side of my face. My tears mixed into the blood soaked floor and blurred my vision.
                          
Please be over soon, I hoped.
                          
"Get up!" The monster snarled, once again tapping his hand with the bloody tool. I slowly and painfully made my way to my feet and glanced up at the creature. His face was once again twisted into a psychotic grin as he surveyed the injuries he'd inflicted upon me. He leant down so that he was at eye level with me. "It took you thirty seconds to stand up," he whispered. The stench of alcohol was overwhelming and made me want to choke, but I knew from experience that was a bad idea. "That means I get to play with you for thirty minutes," he smirked. I trembled. Boyle raised his wrench up high and I closed my eyes, knowing what was about to happen.
                          
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"Mom, please. You know it's the right thing to do," I begged, my voice shaking. Despite my quivering voice, my hand was steady as I stitched up the last of my mom's gashes.