Free Minot Hacker: Mystery Series (My Murder Mysteries #1) by H. B. Rae

Ian could not do anything but sit back and watch, as he was powerless against large groups of them. Evan did not fit in at all with the rest of the family – he was too intelligent, though none of the other members of the family seemed to notice.
    Alison, on the other hand, was a typical teenage girl. She was the complete opposite of Evan in some ways, as she spent most of her time going out and dressing her hair.
    One night, on an afternoon in 1984, was a completely typical night. It was quiet outside, and there was no-one around, no-one except the entire Green family, excluding the one who did not bother to speak to any of them.
    "Bitch, I asked for a steak pie, not a pork one!" cried Thomas, the patriarch of the family.
    "Do I care?" asked Iris, drinking a large glass of wine. Iris was the matriarch of the family, and most of the time she did not care about anything.
    "You will in a moment if you don't keep your trap shut!" screamed an enraged Thomas.
    The entire family was watching in the background of the living room, knowing what was about to happen next. Iris' parents, Margaret and Fred, who lived next door to the family, were watching, not caring much, while all three children were there. The two boys watched in fear, while Alison did not care at all. She was too busy putting on makeup for her night out. Iris' sister, Alison, was also there. Alison and Iris were nothing at all alike: Iris had short, brown hair and was a plump woman, while Alison was a skinny blonde.
    "Here they go again!" laughed Margaret. Fred laughed with her.
    "And if you don't shut up I'll ram your head into that door!" yelled Thomas, even more angry. Those threats were not at all empty, as the entire family knew the extent of his violent behavior.
    "Don't talk to her like that!" Iris cried, getting up to attack Thomas. She stood up, but could barely walk. She was obviously drunk, as usual. The rest of the family had no idea where she got those amounts of alcohol from. Maybe there was a secret supplier, they thought. Iris half-limped over to Thomas and as she tried to hit him, Thomas jumped up and punched her repeatedly in the mouth. Two of her teeth fell out, and her face turned red. She screamed to stop but he didn't listen, and neither did anyone. Nobody cared anymore.
    "You go, girl!" cried Iris' father, enjoying the action.
    Iris then picked up a knife and cut into Thomas's hand. Thomas then screamed.
    "I'm gonna kill you!" he cried.
    Iris tried to run away, but he grabbed her hair and yanked it. She screamed for someone to help her.
    Suddenly, out of nowhere, Ian got up heroically and tried to stop the fight. He could not bear to see his mother abused like this; it was becoming more and more frequent.
    "Let go of her now!" Ian cried.
    Everyone in the room was bewildered by this. Thomas let go of his wife.
    "What did you just say?" he said, in complete shock.
    "I hate you! I'm gonna tell the police!"
    This made Thomas even more angry. He grabbed hold of little Ian and smacked his head against the wall. He forced him onto the wall, and then repeatedly punched Ian in the stomach. Poor little Evan was screaming in fear, but Alison was laughing, crying, "Go on, Dad! Kick the shit out of him!"
    Thomas eventually finished beating his child. He collapsed to the floor, covered in bruises, bleeding in places. He almost coughed up blood.
    "And don't you ever, ever stand up to me again!" he screamed, kicking the child a few more times.
    Alison, who was still there in the background, stood next to her parents who were watching as if they were watching a television program. She decided enough was enough.
    "Right, I'd best be off," she said, her voice trembling.
    "See ya, love!" said Margaret, kissing her on the hand. Alison left, telling herself that she had not witnessed any of what she had just seen.
    Alison then got up.
    "Right, I'm ready," she said.
    "And where are you going?" Thomas asked.
    "I'm going to my friend's party," she replied. "Isn't it