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AN- Warning! This first chapter is not a happy one! It's not a nice one at all. Please read with caution.
William Reid knocked the caked dirt and grass off his shovel before leaning it against the side of the house and walking through the glass patio door to his living room. He slid the door shut behind him, kicked off his muddy boots, and pulled his handkerchief out of his back pocket. After wiping his filthy face and hands, he replaced the cloth and stormed to the center of the room. "Spencer!" he bellowed. "Get your a$$ out here! NOW!"
Four year old Spencer jumped at the sound of his father's loud voice. Dropping the book he was reading, the little boy leapt off his bed and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him into the living room where his father was angrily waiting for him. Saucer wide eyes stared up at the fuming man. Spencer gulped as he took in his dad's expression and stance. Standing with his hands on his hips was never a good sign. Lowering his gaze to the floor, the youngster managed to stammer the required, "Y-y-yes s-sir?"
William looked down at his trembling son in disgust. "Spencer!" he sharply called, backhanding the boy and knocking him to the ground. "Look at me when I'm talking to you boy!"
Spencer placed a hand over his smarting cheek. Hearing his father growl, he screwed up the courage to tilt his head up and gaze at his tormentor.
"That's more like it." William grumbled. "Go pack your suitcase. We're leaving in ten minutes. Not a minute after. Do not make me wait. Understand?"
Spencer fearfully nodded.
"I can't hear your fool head rattle! You answer me when I speak to you, you stupid brat!" William yelled, yanking the four year old up by his shirt collar. Face to face with his son, the enraged man sneered. "Looks like you didn't learn your lesson last time. I guess we'll just have to refresh your memory."
"No! No! I-I'm sor-ry s-s-sir! I'm so-rry!" Spencer stuttered, attempting to pry his father's fingers off his shirt even though he knew the movement was useless. "Pl-please, don't! Mommy! Mommy help!"
"Mommy can't help you any more." William gloated as he stalked towards his son's bedroom. "I made sure of that."
"NO! MOMMY!" Spencer cried before going limp in his father's grasp. "Mom-my! I w-w-ant m-my mom-my!"
William grinned maliciously. "Your looney mother is gone and she's never coming back!" he spat. Stomping into Spencer's room, he threw the tiny boy onto the bed. He slammed the door and strode over to the bed and his terrified son. "You're mine now!"
AN- Well, what do you think?