Chapter°1•••
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“My ship went down in a sea of sound, when I woke up alone I had everything: a handful of moments I wished I could change and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.
In a city of fools, I was careful and cool, but they tore me apart like a hurricane… a handful of moments I wished I could change but I was carried away.
Give me therapy. I’m a walking travesty but I’m smiling at everything.
Therapy…”- (Therapy) All Time Low
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“Where is he? Where is that God forsaken boy?”
“Please stop John, he’s your son!”
“Oh yeah, then we’ll just have to see about that then don’t we.”
“Ren!!”
“Ren!!!!”
“REN!!!!!!!”
“Where are you?, You little shit...”
“He’s your son; I swear he is so please stop!”
"No Claire!! I will get to the bottom of this, if it's last thing I do. I know you slept with Eric all those years ago when I was working on that business trip in Columbia; and believe me when I say that I will k**l that baster of a child."
The woman scream at the man over and over again, telling him to stop his look for the boy.
The boy of 7 yrs was hiding in his parent's bedroom closet, away from the screaming and shouting.
“REN GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!”
"John please!!!....Stop.."
The man finely found the boy’s hiding place. Grabbing him by the arm the man had then pulled the boy from the closet. The man then grab hold of the boy’s chin, forcing him to look up at him.
The man had then grab a photo from his back pocket.
Looking between the boy and the man in the photo and back again, the man’s eyes start to glow with rage as he saw no difference between the two; from their midnight black hair, deep glowing blue eyes and their pale skin with a hint of pink.
With anger running through his veins he lashes out at the boy. From backhanding him to punching and kicking.
"JOHN STOP PLEASE!"
The woman screams at the man telling him to stop hitting the boy, but he did not listen, he just kept on hitting the boy over and over again.
You can hear the sirens of the police cars in the background one of the neighbors must have called the police.
The boy couldn’t believe what’s going on, his father was beating him! He had hit him at times but he had never beaten him like this. Never!
The woman had try to stop the man from hitting the boy again, but the man just hits her away from him, the woman then ran over to their nightstand opening the drawer and pulling out a gun. Holding the gun up the woman then pulls the trigger once…Bang! Then again…Bang! The man falls to ground dead.
The woman falls to her knees and look over at the boy.
"Oh my poor baby I'm so sorry."
Flashing red and blue lights can be seen from the bedroom window.
The woman thinks her son is dead but he is far from it.
"I'm so sorry Ren please forgive me..."
Believing that he is and with the guilt of killing her husband, she put the gun under her chin and pulled the trigger.
............Bang.............
The woman's body lay's on the floor dead, blood pools around her and the boy who lay's there silently crying.
Not long after hearing the third gunshot the police came running in, look through the house until they came to the parents bedroom. What they had saw shocked them all; they looked from the father to the mother and then finely the son. Seeing that the boy was still alive they immediately called for a medic.
As the boy is being cared out along with the two bodies of his parents, there was a car parked not to far from the scene and a man running up to it, getting in the front seat. After getting his seatbelt on he looked up into the mirror starring at the person in the backseat.
"John is dead sir."
"And what of his wife and son?"
"The wife is dead as well and the boy is alive sir."
"Good. Keep tabs on him but no more then that, do you hear me Eric?"
"Yes. Sir Ravenwood."
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