Characterization
This is a small characterization of a fictitious villain in a larger piece using the technique of interior monologue mixed with narrative to explain his reactions to the heroine and also his family situation.
Chas watched Tresha walk away and whistled. She was beautiful, smart and…innocent. There was no way around that. She wasn’t the type of girl you partied with, but the kind you brought home to Mom as the girl you were hoping to marry.
He looked at the shortboard and checked the price. Too much. That was his life. Everything was too expensive and sucked. He had finally met a nice girl, but he couldn’t bring her home to his parents.
His old man would be boozing and probably offer her a beer, tequila or whatever his poison of the moment was. Or maybe not, the old man wasn’t exactly known for sharing anything, especially his alcohol.
Maybe the bodyboards would be better. His was all beat up. Sort of like his mother. After years of living with his father she was beaten, worn into the ground. All the physical and mental abuse had taken its toll. Now when she wasn’t working, she was sleeping. That cycle started as soon as he had gotten big enough to hit back.
After that one time, his father hadn’t touched anyone again. Chas felt sick, remembering the feel of his fist connecting with his dad’s jaw and it shattering.
Yeah, his father hadn’t touched anyone again. But that’s when she gave up. Short of the house falling in around her she, the old lady made it clear to her children not to wake her. Especially for something she didn’t consider a good reason. He didn’t blame her, sleeping was better than being awake in their house.