Sorin, a small fragile boy who has been through the worst of the worst. He has never been loved by his family, neglecting him throughout his life. Sorin only wanted nothing more in the world then to be loved by his own blood.
What twisted and sick...
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" dad why am I here?" Young Derek asked his father, he was scared and afraid. He didn't know what was happening. One minute he was playing outside with his brothers than the next, he was standing in front of a woman that was bloody head to toe. Her hands and feet tied against the chair. She groaned and moaned and begged for mercy.
Derek knew he couldn't show weakness or his father would be angry at him. He gulped down his fear as he looked in horror at the woman. The woman pale and once peach skin was now littered with cuts and bruises that leaked. Her clothes torn apart and ragged with blood soaking up the fabric. Her brown curly hair that now filled with dirt and dust.
Anxiously bitting his lip, he felt his father palm on his head, patting his head gently, " this woman here has done something bad. A bad woman that humiliated me, and took something that wasn't hers. But you will help me wouldn't you, Derek? " His father ask him.
Hesitantly he nodded, " Good. Good, because you just turned eleven. Not even the age that I had my first kill. It's time you know the line of work that you will be in one day." He said sternly grabbing his gun from the side of his holster.
Grabbing Dereks hand roughly, he put the heavy metal gun in the palm of his hand. Derek looked at it in fear, " now you be a good boy and do as your told. Because if you don't do this then your brothers will get a worse punishment than you would. You don't want your brothers to get hurt because you can't do a simple task. " He says with no emotion. " and if you think I'm bluffing you're surely mistaken, and trust me I'll make their punishment a night they won't remember."
Derek was disgusted at this point. How can he hurt his own children like this? This isn't what children are supposed to experience at this age, was it?
He gulped thickly, before nodding. He gripped the gun in his hand holding it firmly towards the womans head, he could hear her praying under his breath the words that read out of bible. He felt sorry for her no matter what this person did to upset his father no one deserve to be treated like this, like trash.
He breathed in and out before a tear dripped from his eyes, his finger gripping the trigger. But he couldn't pull it. Derek stared at the woman with fear while he looked back at his father. His father was disappointed in him as he shook his head.
Roughly grabbing the gun from him, " next time you disobey my orders your brothers will get it."
He heard the woman whispered with her withered breath, " take care of my Sorin"
