Cruel {Zarry}

14

"Get rid of him?" Harry repeated. "How?"

Robin traced two fingers horizontal on his neck. Gesturing dead.

"Are you being serious right now? Dad?!" Harry shook his head in disbelieve.

"You want me, a 21 year old guy to marry an innocent guy just because his family has money? And then you want to murder him?" Harry laughed.

"Why are you laughing. I am serious!" His father raised his voice.

"Robin shut up. This is not funny." Anne said standing up. "And here I thought you came with a real plan."

"I am bloody serious. This is a fullproof plan." He insisted.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" Anne walked towards him, stopping until she was face to face with her husband. "We are not going to kill anyone." She poked her finger on his chest, making sure to be as clear as possible. "I can't even believe you would suggest that."

Anger flashed in Robin's eyes as he grabbed her wrist, rotating it. "Do you have a better plan? Huh?"

"Stop, you're hurting me." Anne whimpered.

"No, you think that it's oh so easy to get our money back, don't you?" He pulled her hair and made her head fall back. "I don't see you coming with a plan."

"What about working and earn the money. Like normal people." She whispered, only to get her hair pulled back harder, making her let out a cry.

"Stop!" Harry yelled and run over to his parents. Pushing his father as hard as he could. "Don't fucking touch her, you prick!" He spat.

Robin eyes wided but he let go of Anne's hair. Never had he seen Harry like this.

"Tell her that you will do it." Robin simply said.

"No!" Harry yelled out. "I am not going to be a part of your stupid plan."

"Harry!"

"No. You are just a crazy drunk and I am not going to get dragged into your madness."

Robin's mind went black and in no time he had Harry pressed against the wall. Breathing loudly as the back of his underarm pressed against Harry's throat. "Who are you calling crazy drunk, you faggot?! Don't forget that you have no saying in this. You are nothing, just like what you're worth."

"Robin!" Anne screamed as she tried to pull on his arm that was choking their son.

"Everything you own, is bought by me. My money. You ain't shit. And if it wasn't for me and my name you would probably end up being raped and killed." He pressed harder. Making Harry gasped for air. "That's how this world threats people like you."

Harry's vision became blury. He wasn't sure if the tears were from the fact that he couldn't breath or from the harsh words that had left the mouth of the man in front of him, the man that was supposed to be his father.

"So you're going to do whatever I say." Robin continued. "Are we clear?"

Harry nodded his head. Robin smiled and let his son go.

Once Harry could breath again, he cleared his vision and decided to leave the room.

"Get some rest and we will go on the details later." He heard Robin call from behind him.

But Harry had something else in mind. He was leaving. Leaving for good.

He had everything packed and went to see his mother. He wanted her to come with him. He wasn't sure where he was going to and where he was going to stay or how he would earn money, but one thing was sure. He wasn't going to stay here. Not with that man still under the same roof. That man wasn't his father anymore. He had changed into a monster and he sure as hell wasn't going to leave his mother behind with him.

"Mom?" Harry asked as he poked his head into her bedroom.

Anne was seated on the bed, massaging her tempel when she looked up at her son. "Harry, are you alright?" She walked towards him. "Does it hurt? Did he hurt you?"

"I-I'm fine mom." He half lied. He did got hurt, but not the physical kind of way.

She gave him a weak smile, "I'm so sorry."

Harry shook his head. "Don't be. Now start packing, we are not staying another minute here."

Anne's eyes wided. "What do you mean? We can't just leave, Harry. Where will we go?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's far away from this house."

"Harry,"  Anne started. She took his hand and lead him towards the bed. "We don't have a place to stay neither do we have the money to survive. Even if we did, we can't just leave your father like that."

"H-he isn't my father. A father would never behave like that. Or force me to do something this evil." Harry's voice broke as he continued. "Mom, how can he talk about taking someone's life? How can you even think about that?"

Anne sighed. "I don't know what has gotten into your father either. He isn't a bad man, just our circumstances it... it made him act this way."

Harry stood up from the bed.

"How can you say that?!" How can you say that he isn't a bad man. He wants to take the life of an innocent. He wants to ruin a family, just because we need the money? There are so many other ways to respectfully earn money. We can get a job. Sell the house for a smaller one and-"

He was interrupted mid sentence by a punch in his face.

He stumbled back, blinked a few times to adjust his view. His brain slowly realising what had happened. 

Robin grabbed him by his collar. Shaking him a few times.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!"  Robin scolded in his face. "Have you learned nothing?!" 

He pushed Harry against the wall again. Anne yelling in the background for her husband to stop.

"Let me go!" Harry said trying to get out his grip.

"Heard you were leaving. Where exactly do you plan to go? Huh? Are you going to live with your little gay friends?" He pushed him harder. "Don't forget that I still have connections. If you step one foot out of this house, I'll make sure to get you killed."

Harry started crying. "What kind of father are you?"

"One that should have got you killed when you came out to us. You have disappointed me so many times. And now, now when we finally can use the homosexual thing in our advantage, you try to pull this shit off. Oh no, not on my watch Harold, not on my watch."

"I-I don't want t-to do this." Harry managed to say.

"You don't have a choice. Either you obey me or you're be sorry."

He backed away from Harry.

"Now both of you, to the living room now. We need to go over the details."