Six To: Save? Or Slay? Book 2 (Finished)

Persuade

"Oh come on son! You are eight years old! Why can't you read yet?!"

Little Erik, wearing a simple white T-shirt and blue, torn jeans and white sneakers that are now dirty from him running around in the dirt, hung his head. He kept squinting at a little children's book for three year old....But he could barely read that.

He mother scoffed at him and sourly placed her hands on her hips and glared. "How come it's so hard for you?! It's simple. Elephant!"

Erik didn't say anything. He just sat there, his head staring at the book and his eyes twitching from trying to read for so long. But a few minutes later, his mother suddenly screamed and flipped the table over, knocking down a bunch of flowers that were on the table, and also startling Erik. He jumped and his chair fell backwards. Erik managed to break his fall by falling onto his hands before his head hit the floor.

"You are hopeless!" His mother grapped chunks of her hair and squeezed it as tight as she could. She refused to hit her son, because she hated child abuse. But she would take out her anger on trying to teach Erik how to read on flipping over tables, or breaking any glass; Whatever was closest to her, she would destroy. "Elephant! Elephant for crying out loud!!!"

Erik got to his feet and watched his mother standing there, twitching. "Mom...I-I'm sorry!"

His mother let go of her hair and gave him a look. "You better be! Now....Wait..." She lifted an eyebrow. "I think I know why you can't read!"

Erik's father randomly appeared in the room as soon as he heard Ellie say that, "Wait...Why then?!"

"Because he's dyslexic!" Ellie lightly smacked the top of her head. "That explains everything!"

Evan, looked at his son. Then both parents looked at each other, and suddenly started laughing. "Then I guess this new guitar and music won't help him!" Evan exclaimed. He went back into the original room he was in, then came back out with an guitar case. When he placed it on the ground and opened it, the sheet music was inside. "I mean...If you can't read, I hardly doubt you'll be able to play this." He held up the guitar and showed it to Erik.

It was one of the simple ones. Round bottom, light brown, six strings...Very simple. 

Ellie laughed again and began to walk away. "Erik, clean up this mess and go to your room. Go study or something."

Evan laughed and shoved the guitar back into it's case. He followed his wife while saying, "A five year old can read better than him!"

Erik watched them go as he whimpered. But, instead of cleaning up the mess his mother made, he walked straight over to the guitar. He took the guitar out of the case and then looked at the music. He placed his fingers where the music told him too, then he strummed.

It sounded good.

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Erik was at his mansion, currently just pacing back and forth in his room with his hands behind his back. He was extremely nervous. He was trying not to shake too much or he would literally collapse right on the ground.

His parents were in town....The people who made fun of him....The people who thought that he would never be successful in life. The people who mocked him for something that was quite natural.

Erik suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Without turning around, he closed his eyes, trying not to get them to twitch. "What do you want, Lia?"

Lia stepped into the room, which was her own. She looked down at the carpet, seeing that Erik had made dirt marks all over the nice, clean, white, carpet. She gave him an annoyed look. "You made dirt marks on my awesome carpet!" She whined.