Board Thread:Series Discussion/@comment-6883075-20151123054956/@comment-6883075-20151129055636

So far, everybody who's tried has gotten atleast one right- and we've had 4 people try, so I'm going to go ahead and post the SNEAK PEEK for Mack 10! Woop woop!

Mack was using his phone upstairs in his bedroom, making almost no noise whilst playing a pirated Pokemon ROM. He could hear his parents downstairs-screaming at eachother.

[Mother]: COULD YOU GET OFF YOUR ASS ALREADY? WE'VE BEEN SITTING HERE FOR YEARS WAITING FOR YOU TO GET A JOB, BUT ALL YOU DO IS.. IS.. YOU SIT HERE, DRINKING BEER, AND NOW I COME HOME AND YOU'RE LIKE THIS?

[Father]: Sh...shut the-

You can hear the father gag in his mouth, probably from all the booze.

[Father]: You...you kn.. you know what? I'm sick of you... you little shit... take your god damn son and leave me alone!

Mack walked downstairs to figure out what was going on. He located his parents yelling coming from the kitchen. He hid around the hallway corner, staring in at his father and mother.

Suddenly, his father spotted him.

[Father]: M..Mack. Y-you see, this is what happens when you'r... when you're a shitty person!

His father raises his arm and sluggishly slaps his mom on the arm, and she yelps and trips backwards. She falls on the floor, leaning against the cabinet. She covers her arm where she was his with her hand, but before she could, Mack could see the mark.

There was a big red hand-shaped welt left on her arm. A tear dropped from Mack's eye, rolling down his cheek. He stared his mom in the eyes, and they were also watering up.

[Mother]: Mack.. Mack.. this is how your father is.. I'm sorry.. it's my fault, honey.. go to your room- call the police.

His father goes to the drawer and pulls out a wooden spoon.

[Father]: I swear to god kid, if you do that, you'll deserve this..

The father burped, alchohol smell filling the room. His eyes were bloodshot and mucus was dripping from his nose. His steps were heavy and unbalanced, his black hair messy and sweaty.

His father started walking towards him, holding up the spoon. Mack ran up to his room and phoned the police.

[Police]: Hello, what's your emergency?

Mack tried to speak, but he was crying so intensely he couldn't.

[Mack]: He.. he hit my mom.. we need help..

[Police]: Who.. who hit your mom, kid?

Somebody started pounding on the door, and Mack sobbed even harder.

[Police]: Who is that? What's your adress?

END OF SNEAK PEAK