Warren was on his last question of his maths tutorial when he was driven by surprised by the incessant noise make by the creaking of the key into the keyhole.
a tall figure emerged from the door,carrying a stack of mail.he removed his boots and came walking towards warren.
Immediately,his brother came popping out of the masterbedroom and tried to put a good boy look by asking his dad how his day went.
usual complaints of his brother being hooked on the computer came from his mum in the bathroom,whom was busy washing the clothes.
warren knew yet another episode was gonna unfold right infront of his eyes.he braced himself for the worst.
a slap landed on his brother's neck,following by numerous screamings of"why do you keep playing the computer!"
the hittings grew harder until the unrepentant boy teared and pleaded for mercy with grunts and ouches.
To Warren,this was an almost weekly scene.he thought he had the best family in the world,after hearing from friends whom had parents quarelling and breaking apart.he thought..eh,isnt my family peaceful?until this ordeal came.
he grew used to it soon after and as a matter of fact,ignored most of the time.but the angst and he couldnt bear to see such things happening always struck him hard.
he slowly retreated back into his room,and lied on his bed.
looking up onto the ceiling,he saw the usual circular lamptube shining brighter against the white washed background.he often stared at it,long enough to make him him dizzy but he felt that this was way better than looking at the plain white ceilings.
he took a deep breath.and closed his eyes shut..
