A very ordinary boy, baby face if anything but he was number five, he hated being number five, his mother hated number five and if she had her way, she would have no kids at all. She said no to sex after Owen and his dad hated him cause he caused the no sex. He was the baby of the family, he cried a lot, everyone gave him what he wanted cause it stopped him crying or they locked him outside. He slept with the dogs at times, the fleas bit him but it was warm. The flea bites caused scabs; Owen picked at the scabs and made them worse but he enjoyed the pain. He wore long sleeves at school to hide the scabs and developed a nervous twitch in his left eye that came and went when it wanted to. It earned him the nickname ‘Twitchy’ and kids made fun of him. He hated school, hid under his bed and had to be dragged out to go there.
Meal times, Owen often ate standing at the bench, there was room at the table but his siblings said there wasn’t. He fantasized about other’s lives and made up worlds that were better than the one he was in. His siblings called him crazy and poked fun at him and when things went wrong they blamed him, twisted things to make it sound like his fault. He hated them and dreamt of ways to make them pay.
Thinking of his family he raised his hand high with the Tomahawk’s blade catching the sunlight and let it fall heavy, chopping off the..........
