[NikkoGallarado]

Upon hearing that Liam was again even in worse mood his mother walked down the hall quickly unlocking the door and pulling Gilbert out by his hair as she growled at him. The child winced but didn't fight back it hurt but he knew better then to fight back since it would end with him getting beaten more. Getting to another room with in the home she dragged him all the way there. Shut the door behind them both looked at the boy before her. "What have you done? All you do is hurt your bother cause you don't know any better. . . .why do you throw everything back in face?!" she yelled him as she took a whip off the wall started to whip him. Gil cried and curled up trying to defend him self from his mother.

"I-I wasn't mother. . . .please understand I never try to do things like that. . . but whatever I do it seems to make everyone mad no matter what I do. . . " he cried as he was being whipped by her feeling his skin break open in parts where she was hitting him more as he started to bleed. "What did you do this time!" she yelled at him. But he didn't answer knowing she wouldn't like it so he kept quiet and that only made her more upset as she whipped him more after a while she threw it to the side seeing him shake and cry. "You worthless little brat. . . " as she walked out of the room locking. "You will stay here for now I don't care what you need to do in your room your staying there. . ." as she walked away from the door.

She headed down the hall passed her sons room looked at him then walked on heading into her room as she started to clean up getting the blood marking off her face and arms changed her clothing into her evening meal wear since it was almost dinner time. Gil on the other hand after some time passed he shook his body in pain as he cried on the floor looking at the light that came from under the door his pale eyes stinging a little but then just didn't understand why and how and how come he was so different but then he knew it was cause of the land they lived in and how it worked.

Slowly he dragged him self away to the corner slowly helped him self up feeling the blood against his body dry it was so painful to move he didn't know what he was going to do any more. But he knew all he could do was die sooner or run away he didn't know what he could do any more he was scared and everything he did was wrong, no matter how hard he tried.

I am the manry-est of men!