NON VIOLENT,
—🕸️
Jacorey wasn't a normal kid, he wasn't quite friendly,
Or gentle,
Or shared a little pinch of remorse around the people around him, even the small things that roam around the yard.
His father, Francis, noticed the change of behaviour in his son too, yet, therapy never worked out, discipline didn't work out, calming his son down didn't work out too.
Mama Hendrix prayed that their son was fine and was just going through a 'small faze'. And what they didn't know was this little faze of hurting animal's and his friends, were early signs of a sociopath.
"Jacorey! Leave your sister alone, you're hurting her." Jacorey's mother begged with tears, harshly gazing at her son and the bloody teeth mark he had left on his younger sisters arm.
Her crys and sadness drawn on her face wasn't changing her twelve year old son's action's, or reaction.
Jacorey just stood there staring at his crying mother with a pure cold face, confused on how a simple little bite mark was causing his mother to shed into tears; he was lost, and didn't care.
He had no emotion.
