He shrieked then paused as the rumbling growls started tumbling overhead, a blanket-like shadow overcast the entire neighborhood .as his eyes loomed over and through the side panel of his bedroom window he wished a bolt of thunder would pierce through the window and instantly strike Peter to his heart ... For a moment the thunderous sound seemed to have been his comfort. Another whack to the ribs made him stumble over the ripped carpet .. Leaving his head exposed to the cupboard door. As he lay there almost disillusioned he panted struggling to find his breath, then the nose of a boot catches his ribs this blow did the trick he lay there helpless .. Defeated. Another growl caused "peter to flinch. a strange discoloration of purple illuminated, staring inside almost as if to make its presence known. The dream ends. As Michael gives a sorrowful gasp sweat drops trickling from his face. too relieved to control his own surroundings he rolls and falls to the floor barely catching his grip he clings to the sheet that limps over his bed in a lethargic state of impotence then freezes and all else gives way .he hears his arteries burst open as blood starts pumping, swimmingly hurrying about. He heard those heavy footsteps approaching the staircase thumping hard on the wooden bars, the same footsteps linked to the boot in his dream. Michael tries to push his mind to start but fear has overtaken and his outward vegetable state stays the same .only a suppressed tear escapes not of grief but of anger as the steps approach closer to the top nearing his room it winds to the left and trails off  easing the anxious pounding in his chest. Trailing off as he lies snuggly in bed he remembers the dream, one of many that torment him night and day. He struggles to go back to sleep to find comfort in slumber but cannot escape those thoughts. it's as if it is concretely built in his mind " No", "No stop"! (The sobs cry out ) He jerks right out of bed, and stands to attention, anger immediately starts building and his heart starts aching. A glass shatters, and the whipping sound is audible he finds his hands start clenching, forming a fist. But he knows better. He paces his little three-meter room anxiously awaiting approval from his brain to leave the room to save his mother but he knows better and as she has pleaded many times to stay far from " peter, his father when he is practicing his swing "! Michael constantly gets demonstrations when peter has had copious drinks or was just in a foul mood. Two minutes in and he still hears the wailing, he sits there rocking himself back and forth hands wrapped around his bosom as if to comfort himself. Panic overcame  Michael again as the footsteps were now nearing his direction, the wailing is a bit more audible but he focuses more on the steps approaching, it stops. Michael quietly but quickly digs himself under the covers silent tears start rushing, streaming down his face as he silently prays, prays his father does not enter his room. The footsteps then starts down the steps he hears muffled curses but the footsteps partially drown them. the door slams and Michael escapes a gasp. He Looks to the ceiling as if to say thank you to God He hears the engine start then the car drives off .he hurries to his mother to comfort both him and her.