The Problem Child

Six

Flashback.

Max blew the candles out on his cake and giggled.

"Good job!" His aunt clapped her hands and smiled.

His aunt was the only person to show to Max's birthday. Not even his parents were there.

"Open your present!" His aunt held out a brightly coloured box in front of the boy.

Max stared at it. He had never gotten presents before so he isn't know what to do with this box.

"Open it." His aunt instructed.

Max grabbed the box and ripped the paper off.

"A TRAIN!" Max squealed.

"Yes. Your very own train." His aunt said.

"That's nice. Here you go!" Max handed the train back to his aunt.

"But it's yours Max! You keep it." His aunt was in confusion and shock.

Max shook his head and his face went blank.

"Ok... You can play with it for a little before I go though." She said as she sat on the couch.

"No! You haveta go now!" Max screamed.

"Max?"

"If mommy finds out-"

"MAX! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH TOYS?!?" His mother yelled as she burst through the door.

"Sara? Why weren't you here? It's his birthday for petes sake!" His aunt said to his mom.

"Shut up bitch!" His Mom screamed and slapped his aunt across the room.

His aunt hit the wall and left a crack.

But that wasn't the only thing that cracked...

Blood poured from her head and she laid lifeless on the floor.

"AUNTY!!!!" Max screamed.

He rushed to her side but it was too late.

"Now for you...." His mother said as she walked closer to Max.