Toy Soldiers

 This boy was a mere 6 year old, growing strong, living in a rich family and getting the best of things. This little boys name was Reginald H. Manson , same as his father.

He had all he ever wanted, Toys, Food, Service anything he wanted he got. THat may sound like a good thing... Like he was lucky but the one thing he needed, money just couldn't buy. Love.

His parents spent so much of the time on other problems ,using up every drop of it. Reginald was a mere second or third thought. Every second of the day was spent in a busy home or just, alone. But really,what is the difference between being alone and being ignored. He was homeschooled meaning, no friends. Shut out from the world outside of his own. No one really knew what was in his mind for he always appeared emotionless, a heart deprived of love is a dead heart.

Time went on and a year passed, nothing had changed until, one night something was heard from the kitchen. A struggle? A fight? No, this was a verbal warfare. Reginald was awoken by the ruckus coming from downstairs. He silently lifted himself from bed and wandered curiously down the upstairs hall until reaching the staircase. The yelling got louder, you could almost feel the rage burning in the air. He crept down the stairs onto the kitchen floor and his parents stopped dead in there argument. They both looked down upon there innocent son. His mother was a cruel woman, she did in fact hurt him. Any second he tried to talk to her or anyone or do anything near her she would lay hands down on that boy. His father on the other hand did indeed love him, just had no time for love in his life. In order to keep his family from hitting rockbottom he had to work every hour in one day that he could.

No one loved Reginald more than his father, but as if he would ever know that. "REGINALD" his mother screamed. At that second he Bolted for the stairs, his mother hot on his trail but before the chase could begin he tripped and fell on the steps. He holds himself up still scared and franticly trying to pull up. "you little bastard" She grabbed the back of his blue striped pyjamas and flipped him onto his back. Fear struck into his eyes and tears trickled down his cheeks. The stairs has bloodied his nose and bruised his forehead badly, she of course took no note of this and proceeded to smack him hard across the face" YOU LITTLE BASTARD. HOW DARE YOU STEP OUT OF LINE!" Constantly she hit him over and over " I'll...teach..you...to...never...ever...do..this..ever..EVER..AGAIN!" and with one final hard slap across his red blooded face she bent over to take a breath looming over the defenceless child. 

Reginald lie on the stairs looking into her eyes with his, praying that maybe she would catch a glimpse of his pain within them. Just when she held her palm up one more readying herself his father ran up behind her and stalled in shock "Marilee..I..Im SHOCKED! WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING TO HIM!" He belted at her. She snapped back " He stepped out of LINE!" 

"HE DID NOTHING! He just came downstairs!"

"AT THE WRONG TIME! AND HE KNEW IT!THis little bastard knows nothing!" she continued to insult and ramble, screaming he lungs out when his father had heard enough. SHe came up and pushed her down. "you listen hear, and you listen good. So help me If you lay hands on our boy one more time I will hurt you, no matter what It costs me. I will HURT you. understand?"

she nodded, clearly afraid.

"good, good. NOW GET OUT!" 

She scurried up the steps and locked herself in her private quarters. 

He stepped up to Reginald very slow and gently examined his face "christ..."

Reginald was clearly frighted and exhausted at this point so his father lifted him and carried him to bed. once in his room he set Reginald down on his bed and Reginald pulled his head under his covers.

His dad had never really been in his room before, so he wandered around it a little, giving his son time to calm and relax. His floor was just a boring old hardwood and his walls where a blue stripe wallpaper. It was a tidy room, Reginald never really touched any on his toys but one toy was left out. Ah yes, His only passion,

Toy soldiers. His father bent down and picked up on of the little men. It was beautifully hand painted, I held a rifle in both hands and a green army jacket. His helmet was scratched lightly with some of the paint missing. Setting It back down he pondered over the rest of the set. Neatly set out in an orderly fashion. "son, I never knew you liked toy soldiers." 

"m..mhmm" Reginald murmured from under the sheets. 

"whats this one?" His father said holding out one of the men

Instantly Reginald get up out or bed and wandered over to his dad grabbing the toy for his hand "DONT TOUTCH HIM! he's special!"

He held it up and rubbed of fake smudges. 

"oh... well sorry. But who is he?"

A smile washed over his sons face and he looked down at the doll "this! This is the general! HE is the most important of all!" His eyes sparkled as he looked at the figure. You could tell this was his passion. THe moment he smiled, his father held back some tears. He had never seen his own son smile before, not in years. This may have been the best day of their lives.

"show me more son!"

Reginald looked up at his father and said with a voice of pride. "don't call me that, call me SOLDIER Reginald!"

"OK private!" his father saluted.

THey spent that whole night playing together, having the time of there lives but It was not to last.

His mother was busy pacing in her room , thinking about what had just happened. She glanced into her mirror angrily trying to shut out the sound of the twos laughter coming from down the hall. She was in rage "how dare he, how dare he tell me what he thinks is right... that ass better be put in JAIL! I swear to god"

Pacing and pacing. plotting perhaps? Well perhaps yes. After going to bed in his own room mr. Manson saw a strange shadow but paid no attention and went to sleep assuming is was something like the curtains or maybe a bird outside. He rested up, dreaming of better days with him.. and his son. 

A scream was heard from the bedroom the next mooring. A maid had gone to awake the master of the mouse and there he lay, Motionless on the bed. Reginald was the first to hear her and bolted down the hall. "DAD!" the screamed looking down on his face. Panic had arose all around the house. "DAD!" he shook his shoulder. An ambulance was already called. "PAPA WAKE UP!"

An emergency crew was already in the house faster then you would believe. The men Piled into the bedroom quickly lifting him onto a sling. "where are you taking my papa! TAKE ME TOO!" he pulled on one of the mens pant leg. "no, no you ca.... DEAR GOD, look at this boys face!" he stood shocked at the boys bruised and red face. "He need to be taken to the hospital!" he hollered lifting him into his arms and running out to the ambulance. As they ran out, he caught a glimpse of his mother smirking  

in the upstairs window, waving goodbye.