"EXAVIOR ABERNATHY, YOU WAKE UP AND GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
A seeming mountain of pillows and blankets in the middle of an empty room groaned, shifting, and producing the head of the entrapped teen who was rather reluctant to let go of the realm of the resting. Why did his stupid father have to be so loud all the time? They'd nearly been fined for excessive noise before when his dad was just calling him down for a late dinner. No matter. The barbaric brute downstairs would probably turn into some sort of deranged hulk if he wasn't acknowledged promptly. Clearing his throat and covering his ears, the dark haired boy responded.
"IM COMING IN A SECOND. JUST GOT TO PUT MY STUFF AWAY" Exavior hated how loud he had to be just to get noticed by the Viking-caveman-monster hybrid that embodied his paternal lineage. Crawling pitifully from the great amassing of fabric and fluff, the teenage boy rolled over and laid on his back on the pristine fuzz covering on the floor, a fresh carpet that was installed just before the family moved into (once again) their new house. Knowing that his response to his father would only last for so long, Exavior got up off of his back and brushed off his slightly tight black and white hoodie, pulling the hood up over his head of messy brown-black hair, brushing a bit of it out of his face. He then made sure that his faded black jeans were in order before setting himself to the task of folding all of his blankets and setting them in the corner, placing the pillows on top of them. Wasting no more time, the boy grabbed his black messenger bag that he had been using for school and opened the door to his room, only to find his father bearing down on him, directly on the other side of the door. The teen didn't even look up to meet the man's eyes, keeping most of his face covered with the shade of his hood. He didn't need to see to know that just about then his brute of a father would be gritting his teeth, about to growl and bark out some stupid order that would only make Exavior late for school…. Again…. No expression crossed Exavior's face as he was slapped and pushed back against the wall. Apparently the man was actually trying to talk to him. Oh well. The boy shrugged the hand off of his shoulder and pushed his way past, not in any sort of mood for this treatment today. The hand that was on his shoulder, however, latched onto his wrist, an intense pain swelling there and then ripping down from his shoulder as he was pulled back, a sharp crack and stinging burn erupting from his back. It wasn't broken, thankfully, but he wouldn't be pushing past his father for a while now. The dark haired boy slid down the wall till he was sitting, in which he was kicked in the side, nothing out of the ordinary for him really, but he was getting sick of it.
"Ready to listen yet, you little di-"
"Shut up…."
"WHAT WAS THAT?!?"
"I said, shut up, old man."
The imposing man picked Exavior up by the collar, opening the boy's room and throwing him into it, purposely letting him be thrown against the wall to further aggravate his already hurt back. The door slammed and there was the faint click of it being locked. A heavy duty window was now the only light in the room, but at this point, it was fading, Exavior giving off a faint groan as he let the numbing comfort of unconsciousness embrace him.