Tales of a High School Psycho

"Wyatt, no! Please!" Rosalie screamed as she begged her husband, Wyatt while he pulled her hair with great anger. He hit her multiple times on her face and afterwards, he kicked her on her belly and left her on the ground for some minutes. Aiden watched all these happen from a distance. He couldn't believe the torture his mother was going through in the hands of his father. He bit his lip so hard in full anger. He wanted to help his mother but he couldn't because of his father. All he did was to cry and fold his hands in great despair. "This woman! I'm fed up already. Why is this food this spicy? I can barely talk." Wyatt asked, yelling. His voice echoed. Rosalie couldn't respond. Her mouth was already bleeding and swollen, making it very impossible to utter a word. "Hey, answer me before I hit you with a pestle." Wyatt commanded. Out of fear, Rosalie nodded. Wyatt went upstairs and saw aiden sitting on the staircase. "What are you doing here? Were you eavesdropping?" Wyatt asked, fearfully. Aiden hurriedly stood and replied, "No, dad. I wasn't eavesdropping. I never knew you were with mom downstairs." Wyatt laughed and said, "Then how do you know I was with your mother?" "I.......I..." Aiden stammered. Immediately, Wyatt slapped him very hard on his face and push him down the stairs. Rosalie couldn't bare to see her young son suffer such pain. She tried to shout but all she did was to mumble the words, " Wyatt, No. Don't touch my son." "Dad, I'm sorry." Aiden pleaded and cried ."Wyatt, please, I'm sorry. We are sorry." Rosalie begged.She crawled to her Wyatt and laid flat on the ground, pleading bitterly for her not herself anymore but her son. " Don't you dare step out of this house and I don't want to see you close to any window again, am I understood?" Wyatt said and rosalie nodded. Aiden couldn't believe what just happened. He never got any love from his father and has really gone through a lot in his hands. He made himself a promise that for what he had gone been through in his father's hands, anyone that comes his way would suffer the same thing, even worse. That way, to him, life can be fair.