The boy lays in his bed covered in tears and sweat. Every week the same vision plays in his head when he remembers he must go back to his fathers. He can still feel the white hot pain just as sharp as when it happened six years later. He can't sit up, even if he wanted to. He can't move. He's frozen in fear. He hears only ghostly voices of his father in his head. He senses nothing of his surroundings. He does not feel safe. He does not feel happy. He can only manage repeating one word over and over.
Sorry. . .
And every time he is replied to by his fathers horrible voice in his head.
DON'T LIE TO ME!
