One friday, the boy got home from school. When he entered the apartment, he saw his father standing in the hallway. He immediately thought something was wrong and tensed up. His father had never visited the apartment. And after everything that the father had done to him, he had right to be anxious
"Oh hi, -boy's name-. Home from school already?" The father said in a friendly voice. The tone assured him that nothing was wrong.
"Yeah. But it's actually quite late on the day" the boy replied. The father laughed. A small nervous smile began to spread on the boy's face. His mom greeted the boy with a warm smile and a hug. Which was even more reassuring and the boy's smile grew to be sincere instead of a nervous one.
"How was your day?" The mother asked.
"Good" was all that the boy said. And it wasn't the truth. It was like every other school day. With him being bullied by one of the three bullies at the school. Except for that, he never payed attention in class so his grades were pretty bad.
"Did you remember to bring the important paper with you?" The mother asked. To which the boy panicked. He had forgot the paper. And he felt like something bad would happen. By the time she had asked him this, the boy had already taken off his outdoor clothes and his bag.
"Shit. I forgot it at school. Sorry" the boy said.
"Then you should go back to get it" his father said.
"I can pick it up on monday. It's not that big of a deal yet" the boy replied. He didn't know if he could even go back into the school. The staf might've closed it for the night.
"Go back and pick it up now" his father said in a more demanding voice. But as the boy was pretty rebellious, he refused.
"You better go get that paper right now or i'll drag you there myself" the father said with an angry and threatening voice this time. The boy still refused, thinking his father wouldn't go through with this threat. But of course he was wrong. The father grabbed the boy by his right wrist and opened the door, not even letting the boy put on some shoes. He held a very tight grip on him as he walked down the stairs with the boy's wrist in his hand, forcing him to follow. The boy tried his best to slip out of the grip and almost succeeded a few times but his father only switched hands. What's more, the boy's mother was just walking behind them the entire time and did little to stop the abuse. No matter how much she wanted to scream for help, she was to scared. The boy on the other hand, kept screaming at the top of his lungs and barely managed to hold back tears of fear. But there was no one who even bothered to help. Even though it was just a 10 minute walk to the school, the fact that it was a scary event, it was cold outside and the boy had no shoes made the walk feel like half an hour. The boy eventually figured it was pointless to resist and stopped trying to slip through his father's hand. But his cries for the father to release him remained. And at that point, he didn't resist his tears either. He let the tears flood down his cheeks. Eventually they got to the school and out of anger, the boy wished for it to be closed. But at the same time, out of fear, he wished for it to be open. He had no idea what the father would do if it was closed. And he had no wish to find out. The school turned out to be open. Which was both a relief and hit the boy hard. Although, the boy knew this meant that there must be someone that was still there. Which meant that he could get help from them. That hoped quickly ran out. They did indeed meet one member of the staff and one other student but they didn't care enough to help. They in fact only gave off confused looks and then just continued with their lives. That was when the boy realized no one was gonna help. So he stopped resisting completely and his voice went silent. He was dragged to his locker and forced to open it. The father released his grip so that the boy could open it. Which he did without question. He took out the paper and gave his father a very angry look. As he did, he held back his tears again because he knew what his father felt about a guy crying. The father took the paper violently and handed it to the mother before grabbing the boy's wrist again to start the walk back home. The boy didn't see why he would do that. He was gonna go home anyway. The walk back home was the same. The boy's refreshed cries for the father to release him (even though they weren't as loud as previously), the constant struggling to slip out of the grip (the boy didn't have much energy left to even once get close to slipping out of his grip), and no help that arrived. The walk back felt just as long as the walk there. They arrived back home and the boy's tears were flooding. The father said something but the boy didn't bother to listen. He just laid himself down on his bed and cried.
"Oh hi, -boy's name-. Home from school already?" The father said in a friendly voice. The tone assured him that nothing was wrong.
"Yeah. But it's actually quite late on the day" the boy replied. The father laughed. A small nervous smile began to spread on the boy's face. His mom greeted the boy with a warm smile and a hug. Which was even more reassuring and the boy's smile grew to be sincere instead of a nervous one.
"How was your day?" The mother asked.
"Good" was all that the boy said. And it wasn't the truth. It was like every other school day. With him being bullied by one of the three bullies at the school. Except for that, he never payed attention in class so his grades were pretty bad.
"Did you remember to bring the important paper with you?" The mother asked. To which the boy panicked. He had forgot the paper. And he felt like something bad would happen. By the time she had asked him this, the boy had already taken off his outdoor clothes and his bag.
"Shit. I forgot it at school. Sorry" the boy said.
"Then you should go back to get it" his father said.
"I can pick it up on monday. It's not that big of a deal yet" the boy replied. He didn't know if he could even go back into the school. The staf might've closed it for the night.
"Go back and pick it up now" his father said in a more demanding voice. But as the boy was pretty rebellious, he refused.
"You better go get that paper right now or i'll drag you there myself" the father said with an angry and threatening voice this time. The boy still refused, thinking his father wouldn't go through with this threat. But of course he was wrong. The father grabbed the boy by his right wrist and opened the door, not even letting the boy put on some shoes. He held a very tight grip on him as he walked down the stairs with the boy's wrist in his hand, forcing him to follow. The boy tried his best to slip out of the grip and almost succeeded a few times but his father only switched hands. What's more, the boy's mother was just walking behind them the entire time and did little to stop the abuse. No matter how much she wanted to scream for help, she was to scared. The boy on the other hand, kept screaming at the top of his lungs and barely managed to hold back tears of fear. But there was no one who even bothered to help. Even though it was just a 10 minute walk to the school, the fact that it was a scary event, it was cold outside and the boy had no shoes made the walk feel like half an hour. The boy eventually figured it was pointless to resist and stopped trying to slip through his father's hand. But his cries for the father to release him remained. And at that point, he didn't resist his tears either. He let the tears flood down his cheeks. Eventually they got to the school and out of anger, the boy wished for it to be closed. But at the same time, out of fear, he wished for it to be open. He had no idea what the father would do if it was closed. And he had no wish to find out. The school turned out to be open. Which was both a relief and hit the boy hard. Although, the boy knew this meant that there must be someone that was still there. Which meant that he could get help from them. That hoped quickly ran out. They did indeed meet one member of the staff and one other student but they didn't care enough to help. They in fact only gave off confused looks and then just continued with their lives. That was when the boy realized no one was gonna help. So he stopped resisting completely and his voice went silent. He was dragged to his locker and forced to open it. The father released his grip so that the boy could open it. Which he did without question. He took out the paper and gave his father a very angry look. As he did, he held back his tears again because he knew what his father felt about a guy crying. The father took the paper violently and handed it to the mother before grabbing the boy's wrist again to start the walk back home. The boy didn't see why he would do that. He was gonna go home anyway. The walk back home was the same. The boy's refreshed cries for the father to release him (even though they weren't as loud as previously), the constant struggling to slip out of the grip (the boy didn't have much energy left to even once get close to slipping out of his grip), and no help that arrived. The walk back felt just as long as the walk there. They arrived back home and the boy's tears were flooding. The father said something but the boy didn't bother to listen. He just laid himself down on his bed and cried.
