𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃, ty'son had hot tears streamed down his face, he crying loudly.
truly hoping his father would hear his voice which he never did, "d-dad! i'm scared p-please!" he stuttered, kicking the door as hard his small legs could kick the door.
"it t-to dark. the voices dad please! t-they scaring, i'm so s-sorry!" he screamed feeling a pain in his stomach.
he groan lowly as tears fell onto the floor. "i-i'm sorry," he whispered apologizing for his actions for the 100th time but it didn't matter how much he apologized or begged, his father wasn't going to show ty'son mercy anyway.
his voice fell straight to death ears every time. it didn't care how many times he cried, behave, showed obedience, he was forever going to get punished.
he wasn't supposed to show emotions that's what made him and his brothers different, they didn't care for anyone feelings and were taught to not express their emotions since they were raised with ty'son father and he wasn't, he was raised completely opposite.
all ty'son child hood was showed affection from his mother, she told him it was acceptable to cry and care for self worth ever since his mom died that affection went a away faster and faster.
he didn't mean to disobey his father, it was an mere accident in ty'son favors. he didn't never mean to make his father mad.
he was supposed to be his father perfect child. the smart one and shy meek son so he was easily to push over and manipulate.
he was practically a pointless cry baby to his father eyes but he didn't know that because in his eyes his father was his role model but why did he treat him so poorly, he didn't know if he deserve it or not.
he was held up to high responsibilities so when he messed up, he got punished instantly by his father or whoever around at the moment.
it was more sad that he didn't have any one to help the young boy, his mother had recently died from a fatal accident but ty'son and his father were the only people who really knew how she truly became deceased.
his brother kaizen bully him and beat on him constantly whenever he found ty like a burden. his younger brother didn't do anything and just watched sometimes nor his father.
ty'son! ty'son! your weak. they hate your guts! this is your new life, get used to it brat.
he shook his head frantically, "no i-i'm not! go a-away," said ty'son whom backed up into the wall, immediately covering his ears and shutting his eyes shut tightly as the voice continued taunting him getting louder by the second.
what did he do to deserve this?
after crying himself to sleep for the fifth. he finally woke up in the nursery room with the nurse whom smiled at him sadly. "hey buddy, you got in trouble again?"
he nodded quietly and rubbed the small dark tiny bag underneath his eyes then stared at her outfit which was blue scrubs, she was pretty extremely pretty to little ole ty'son. she was kind and genuinely and gentle with him.
he tried to sit up but only hissed and fell back into his pillow. he felt a horrific sharp pain in his neck.
he whimpered a little. "it's hurt m-miss sinclair." he said meekly, feeling tears gloss over his dark brown eyes as he stared at nothing in particular not wanting her to see him crying.
she instantly felt bad for him. a deep pang formed in heart for him, she had all the sympathy for the younger son. she knew he didn't deserve the way he was being treated and it wasn't right at all.
she nodded and stood up and gathered up some cold ice into a plastic bag and walked over to him, he tensed up as she got closer to him.
"i'm terrible sorry ty, i didn't know you had a bruise right there love." she apologized softly, not wanting to frighten the boy than the more he was.
ty'son never understood why she was always apologizing to him, he began to think it was a habit.
she wasn't in the wrong, he was.
miss sinclair was always nice to ty'son she was a partaking nurse and his father attendant.
she had some humanity in her life, except like his brothers and father.
she creased his cheek with the palm of her hand and placed the ice onto the boy neck.
"um miss sinclair?" called out ty'son nervously and yet so quietly.
she glanced down at him, seeing a little frown on the boy face. "yes ty'son? what is it?" she replied sternly.
"you think i-i'm weak? das what dey call me dat, it gets louder and louder.
she instantly shook her head to ty'son questioned. "no - of course not love, i don't think you're weak. your the strongest in may opinion, okay? i promise ty. you're not weak at all, whoever says that is absolutely wrong 'bout you. you hea?"
he sniffed a bit and rubbed his eyes softly, "yes ma'am. thank you miss sinclair." he whispered softly, nodding then he hugged her tightly. she smiled at his kind tone and nodded and embraced the boy warmly. "anytime ty'son."
they stayed like that for a while before ty'son pulled away gently, "is ma father hea?"
"unt unt, nope and either is your siblings, they left for a few hours ago."
"oh," he responded quietly as his stomach growled loudly. "can i get a sum good miss sinclair?"
she kindly nodded and presented her hand to the young ty'son whom smiled and immediately grasped her soft lotion moisturized hand and jumped down from the hospital type bed and held the ice pack to his neck as they walked out of the room.
he was so glad he at least had miss sinclair to count on, he prayed he didn't lose her like his mother. it would weigh a extremely amount of guilt on his heart.
he knew he couldn't carry that big of a burden on his chest - not twice.
