Ooc: Kay :P I dun really know how to play an abusive parent 
Tyler's father {Gonna call him Dax :P} came in just in time to hear Tyler snap back at his mother. "Call him yourself!"
"You're not having any trouble with him today, are you honey?" Dax asked, his eyes narrowing.
Dax smiled slightly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Rogue. I'll make sure he stops whining." He murmured going upstairs.
Tyler sat on his bed, flinching at every step his father took going up the stairs.
Tyler watched his father come into his room quietly, and didn't try to get out of the way when he was hit so hard he was flung off his bed and onto the floor. "You shouldn't give your mother a hard time Tyler. She provides you food and shelter and everything you have." Dax kicked him in the ribs, making him cry out. He grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him up. "We do everything for you, and all you ever do is whine and complain." Tyler felt a sudden blinding pain across his face, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground again with blood streaming from his nose. "Do you even have any friends? A girlfriend?" Dax stomped on his back, causing Tyler to scream as pain shot up his spine.
Ooc: I know this is horrible, but it's kinda fun, beating Tyler up xD
Ooc: I know XD But you have to admit, it sounds appealing to beat your character up xD
Tyler stood shakily as his father shoved him against the wall. "Remember this the next time you whine." Dax growled, punching him one last time before going back downstairs.
Ooc: See. I knew you would come through. Welcome to the dark side, we have cookies 
Dax grinned. "Most definitely. If he ever acts up again, just tell me and I'll fix it."
Tyler curled up on the floor, ignoring the blood that steadily streamed from his nose and dripped onto the carpet. He squeezed his eyes tight, trembling.
Ooc: Sure :3 To the next day, or later?
Dax smiled. "Don't mind if I do." He replied.
Ooc: I'm the... Admin? 
B-But I'm never in charge like this!!
The next day...
Tyler walked slowly to school, his backpack swung over one shoulder. He had tried his best to hide the bruises and blood, and the limp he had when he walked. And the fact that he probably had two broken ribs. But he wasn't doing very well.
Tyler looked up at him in surprise and flinched. "No. It doesn't matter, so don't ask anymore questions." He grumbled, not stopping. "So, what's up with you?"
Tyler looked at him sharply and nodded slightly. "So did I. I also heard that someone is teaching her to use Vampire hunting guns. Did you know that?"
Tyler face-palmed. "I'll never understand you, or your name." He muttered, watching for the school to come into view.