Stick and stones killed my bones.

Bittersweet destruction

4 hours later

Michael's P.O.V

I hear a door open softly and no voice with it. DAD. I run to my room in embarrassment and a little bit of fear wondering whats he like now. I peak from my bedroom door.

He comes in, puts down his briefcase. Takes of his jacket and his hat. Sits down in the living room cries silently and goes to his room. Unbelievable.

My family is going to think i'm stupid for saying this but, i feel that its also my fault. If i had taken it like a man, he wouldn't be like this and i wouldn't have traumatized the family. I am really hungry as well as thirsty but am hesitant about leaving the room. What if he's there?

Being brave, i carefully leave my room and enter the kitchen quietly to get some water and bread. I succeed not seeing him or anyone else and drink away. I haven really eaten much since i left the hospital so this felt nice. 

I turn around to leave when i see him. Staring at me. Oh shit. What do i do? His face looks empty and his eyes lock with mine. I don't dare speak. He starts to walk towards me as i back up.

He is 2 feet from me as i try not to stare.

"Son...I" He begins to say but i run to my room without thinking. 

"I'm sorry." He finishes i hear when i'm in my room. He sobbing in the kitchen and i also hear someone else come in. "Joseph." It was my mother.

He stayed still, didn't move a muscle, didn't make a sound.

"What did you say to him?" She demands.

"Nothing Katherine, absolutely nothing." He says with sorrow as he walks past her and walks straight out the door into the night."

"Joe!!!" She screamed but he kept on walking.

6 hours later

Michael's P.O.V

I've been up for a long time, way past curfew thinking and listening to Jackie Wilson on the radio. I turned it off about to go to bed when the door bursts open where a drunk Joe stands. He is holding a Jack Daniels in his hand and smashes it on the floor, i jump in shock and i move out of his way.

"BOY GET HERE NOW!" Joe hollers.

I resist knowing what he's capable of and many never stop if he starts.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT." He says as he grabs me and start beating me. I cry and wince in pain. He slaps my scars and i yell so loud. My mother runs out of the bedroom and is in shock. 

"Joe no!" She screams. 

"Shut up!!" He yells as he hits her hard against the head as she gets knocked out.

"Noo! You fucking bastard!" I scream.

"YOUR DEAD." He yells as he throws me against the wall. I fall back against my side in pain. My ribs feel shattered every breath i take is raspy and i can barely breathe. 

"No, dad please, no i''m so sorry." I beg but he keeps beating me. After several minutes black spots begin to overcome my vision. "Dad, no no, stop, please I love you!" Are my last words before the air leaves my body and everything turns black.

Forever.

Josephs P.O.V

I stop. I feel the wind knocked out of me and i see my son bleeding very badly. He's out. I fear. I check there is no pulse and i turn around to see Katherine out on the floor with a bruise on her head. I did all of this. 

"Michael? Michael? Michael!!" I say in horror. 

"Please wake up, wake up, come back!! I'm so sorry, no please!" I plead in grief, i'm a monster I've just killed my own son.

I hear my children come down and see the dead Michael and unconscious Katherine. 

"NOO!!!" Jermaine screams.

"They're all crying like me but worse. They all start shouting at me and beating me up. I don't fight back i let them take me. I don't deserve to live. My angel Michael is gone and it's because of me, whatever happens now i'm done for. This bitter tragedy has murdered me, live or die i'm already a dead man and this is the end.