He slowly spun around and didn't make eye contact with me, his little body seemed to be quivering as he brought his little hands to his chest, his hair shielded most of his scarred face.
"Why Freddy?" I repeated. I knew dad had asked me to put myself in Freddy's situation, but I didn't take it to heart, maybe he overheard us and made dad's request come true. But he was also driving me insane and he knew it.
I clenched my fist, he wrapped his hands above his head as little sobs like a whimper escaped his trembling lips. Droplets of tears hit his khaki pant making it a dark shed on the spot as it spread in the tissues.
I slowly unclenched my fist. "I'm not going to hit you," I said softly but he didn't seem to buy it.
"Freddy I just wanna know why you showed me all that? I just wanna kno
