Wicked II: Monster

"I ain't gone say it again. Getcho shit together before we have a problem boy." Xzander's father kept a tight grip on the back of his neck. Xzander could smell the whiskey on his father's breath, but he would rather him be out here bullying him instead of his mother and sister.

A 10 year old Xzander stood with his father's rifle in his hands aiming at the corona beer bottles lined up on the roof of their all black '70 GMC truck. "On my worst day I could shoot all 5 bottles in under a second, you'll never be as good as me boy." His grip grew tighter around Xzander's neck, and as much as he wanted to cry he knew it was the wrong move. His father didn't react well to emotions being displayed, so he never showed them. He did whatever he had to do to protect his mother and sister. "Now shoot and don't fuckin miss. You out here wastin' my time."

Xzander was already nervous, the tight grip around his neck and the smell of the alcohol on his father's...