The Boy Who Never Loved

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"Don't do this Will" she pleaded him but he dint stop. With a gun in one hand and a small boy in the other, he tried to push his wife away.
"He's a mistake Ronnie." The man whispered to his wife.

Hit.

"He's not a mistake. He's a sign of our love." The man's eyes softened and he put the gun down.
"I love you" he placed a small kiss on her forehead "But you have to choose. It's either me or him."

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"You can't do this." She raised her voice "You know I can't choose." Tears were now flowing down her cheeks.
"I don't like it when you cry Ronnie." He cupped her face "But we have no other choice. He needs to leave." The man pointed towards the small boy.

Hit.

"Leave." The woman hushed.
"What?"
"Leave Will." She looked at him "I choose my baby."
The man's eyes widened. He surely dint expect that answer. He wanted his wife to choose him and not the baby.
"You choose him over me?" He spat. "He's a fucking mistake Ronnie."

Hit.

"He's your son Will." The woman stood up so she was face to face with her husband "Don't you care?"
The man's eyes hardened. His fists clenched. He was trying his best not to loose his temper.
"No."

Hit.

"Leave." The woman growled, tears still flowing down her cheek as she held the small boy close to her who was shivering, unable to understand anything around him.
The man came closer to her but she shoved him away.
"Leave or I'll call the cops" she turned her face away from her husband.
She heard footsteps move away from her and then the door slam shut.
She knew he wasn't coming back this time.

Hit.

She fell to the floor crying hysterically, the boy just stood there watching her. He's seen his mother cry before but never this bad.
He slowly walked up to her and put his small hands on her face making her look towards him. Her eyes were bloodshot.

Hit.

"Don't cwy momma." He said, tears welling up in his own eyes. His mother gave him a faint smile and hugged her two year old son.
After what felt like hours, she pulled away and looked straight into his beautiful eyes.
"I made the right choice." She whispered.

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"You've done enough for a day." A masculine voice made him stop for a second before he went back to hitting the red bag.

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"Zac enough." The voice spoke again and he decided to ignore it.

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"Your mother wouldn't like this." This time he stopped.
But hit the bag one last time in frustration.

"Juice?" The voice spoke giving him a glass full of an orange liquid. He grabbed it and gulped the whole thing.
"You need to stop hurting yourself Zac." The man spoke again but he decided to ignore it.
Sighing the man stood up "Your mom wouldn't want to see you like this."