Daddy's Little Boy

I'm Alive (Pt. 1)

Warning: story of abuse and is/ may be triggering for some. PLEASE Read With Caution.

Mom POV

After letting Koda walk to my son's room, I couldn't help but let a deep sigh come out. I let myself breath for a couple minutes and then finally decided to see what they were talking about.

Just as I was about to knock, I heard the sound that I tried to forget ever since... That day... Zack crying. I haven't heard him cry in so long ever since his father left. I let my back fall against the door and listened. My instincts to just rush into the room and see what was happening was put to a stop as I heard Koda's voice... He sounded just like...

There's no doubt that Zack didn't forget his fathers voice even if he left us all those years ago. I still blame myself for what happened even though there are many factors all pointing at him.

*** Flashback***

It was almost 2 in the morning and he had just came home from, yup you guessed it, the bar. It was amazing how he even made it home while that intoxicated. I watched as he stumbled into the house still with a bottle of beer in one hand. We fought often and this time it got worse than any other time. As we made eye contact, he could see that I had been crying but didn't make any move to comfort me in any way. Not that he did sober or not.

I had, had it and grabbed the beer from his hand and threw across the room. That's when he attacked me.

"You're a fucking drunk!!!" I yelled as I pushed at what I used to call a husband away from me.

"You better watch who your talkin to bitch!" He yelled back and grabbed me by my shoulders.

I spat in his face and tried to break his grasp on me. Just as I looked at the stairs across the room was 5 year old Zack. Holding his little stuffed animal wolf.

" Mommy?" he asked in such an innocent voice; it made my heart break.

"Zack sweety, go back upsta-"

*PUNCH*

"Mommy!!!" Zack screamed and clutched his wolf tighter.

Just before I could finish, my husband punched me in the jaw, knocking me to the floor. Before I could even touch my face and look up at my attacker, he was already in the position to kick me. I quickly looked at Zack and saw him running down the stairs in panic to help me.

Before I could do anything I felt the kick in my stomach. Excruciating pain shot through my entire body.

"AAGHH!!!!" I yelled and gripped my stomach. I looked up and watched as he turned on his feet and headed towards Zack. I coughed and saw blood on the floor. I reached out in their direction. Everything was going dark and I could barely move.

The last thing I heard was Zack's cry for help...

" Mommy please! Help me! Daddy no stop!!!!! Daddy!!!!!!" He cried and evertyhing went black.