The boy and his sister said their goodbye's to their mother on a cold november day. They were going to live with their father for the weekend. They saw their father's car and went over to it to get in. The boy, despite easily getting car-sick and being too short to see the road from the back, sat in the back. This was because during another one of these weekends he had been mean to his sister and had promised her that she could have the front seat for the rest of their lives.
"What kind of pants are those?" His father asked him with anger in his voice. The boy looked down at his pants. He was wearing red jeans with black and white lines both going vertically and horisontally, one cm apart.
The boy got scared and couldn't answer properly.
"They're my pants. Mom bought them for me" he said.
"You're taking those off when we get home" the father said.
The boy replied with a simple "no!"
It was quiet in the car for the rest of the trip. Neither the boy or his sister dared to talk because there was dangerous tension in the air.
(time skip)
They arrived at the father's house. Or rather, at their grandparent's house. Their grandmother waited on the porch and their grandfather was probably sitting in his chair as usual. The boy unfastened his seatbelt but before he could open the door, his father did.
"Take off the pants" he said with anger.
"No!" The boy said.
"Take off the pants now or i'll pull them of myself and throw them in the fireplace!" The father said, even angrier. The stubborn boy still refused. And this is where their grandmother stepped in.
"Please, (father's name). He's just a little boy" she said.
"But these pants make him look like a f*gg*t!" The father retorted.
The grandmother had no reply and walked away.
"Take 'em off now" the father said once more. The boy still refused. That's when the father violently pulled off the boy's pants. Then he grabbed the boy and pulled him towards the house. The boy's sister had already entered the house with their grandmother but the father and the boy stayed on the porch.
"You're staying here until i let you in" the father said. The boy, now crying out of both fear and sadness obeyed this time, even though it was freezing outside. No pants and no jacket in a cold November's day. His father went in the direction of the fireplace and that was the last time the boy saw those pants. His mother had bought them just that week. They had been brand new. And yet, the boy had loved them.
The boy hadn't seen or heard his father enter the house after that so he had assumed the father went through the side-door.
There the boy sat. On a cold November day. With no pants, no jacket and additionally, the boy had astma. He sat there until the sun began to set. He had no idea what was happening inside the house at the time but a few years later, his sister told him what she had heard the grandmother and the father say:
"Can't you let him in? It's freezing outside. He doesn't even wear a jacket!" The grandmother had said.
"He's not coming in until his learned his lesson" the father replied.
The grandmother didn't say anything more to try to convince the father but let the boy in after about twenty minutes, when the father had cooled down.
"What kind of pants are those?" His father asked him with anger in his voice. The boy looked down at his pants. He was wearing red jeans with black and white lines both going vertically and horisontally, one cm apart.
The boy got scared and couldn't answer properly.
"They're my pants. Mom bought them for me" he said.
"You're taking those off when we get home" the father said.
The boy replied with a simple "no!"
It was quiet in the car for the rest of the trip. Neither the boy or his sister dared to talk because there was dangerous tension in the air.
(time skip)
They arrived at the father's house. Or rather, at their grandparent's house. Their grandmother waited on the porch and their grandfather was probably sitting in his chair as usual. The boy unfastened his seatbelt but before he could open the door, his father did.
"Take off the pants" he said with anger.
"No!" The boy said.
"Take off the pants now or i'll pull them of myself and throw them in the fireplace!" The father said, even angrier. The stubborn boy still refused. And this is where their grandmother stepped in.
"Please, (father's name). He's just a little boy" she said.
"But these pants make him look like a f*gg*t!" The father retorted.
The grandmother had no reply and walked away.
"Take 'em off now" the father said once more. The boy still refused. That's when the father violently pulled off the boy's pants. Then he grabbed the boy and pulled him towards the house. The boy's sister had already entered the house with their grandmother but the father and the boy stayed on the porch.
"You're staying here until i let you in" the father said. The boy, now crying out of both fear and sadness obeyed this time, even though it was freezing outside. No pants and no jacket in a cold November's day. His father went in the direction of the fireplace and that was the last time the boy saw those pants. His mother had bought them just that week. They had been brand new. And yet, the boy had loved them.
The boy hadn't seen or heard his father enter the house after that so he had assumed the father went through the side-door.
There the boy sat. On a cold November day. With no pants, no jacket and additionally, the boy had astma. He sat there until the sun began to set. He had no idea what was happening inside the house at the time but a few years later, his sister told him what she had heard the grandmother and the father say:
"Can't you let him in? It's freezing outside. He doesn't even wear a jacket!" The grandmother had said.
"He's not coming in until his learned his lesson" the father replied.
The grandmother didn't say anything more to try to convince the father but let the boy in after about twenty minutes, when the father had cooled down.
