° you can call me monster. °

- thats your son.

Ethan Williams, the officer and the monster. Was now standing outside the door, knocking on it every second, every minute.

"Open, please i beg. Open the door for me." Ethan was yelling, but as he tried harder and louder to knock on the door there was no response.

"Fuck..." Ethan wailed, leaning his back on the door. His slender figure made a shadow across the dark terrace, where only the moonlight could have been seen.

Soon Ethan heard the lock being unlocked. He moved from the front of the door to few steps away, to make some space for the person.

The door was slightly even open, when Ethan grabbed the door handle, opening the door fully.

"Oh. Ethan!" A short woman, with warm eyes, and a loving smile yelled in excitement for seeing him. The woman looked happy, but shocked as she was wiping her happy tears away.

"Hey mom.." A smile grow on Ethans face and this woman hugged him to the point, he even tried to pull away couple of times.

Ethan Williams' mother was a very warmhearted woman. She always
made sure no one could ever hurt her son.

"Ah mom." Ethan whined frustrated, when his mother was stroking his cheek gently. "Why arent you in Wayland?" A mother asked her son, concerned.

"I.. i um. Im on a vacation" He said and the mother let him in to the house, smiling slightly.

"Ethan is here!" His mother yelled to the room next to them. A tall old man walked out of the room. This man didnt look happy. He didnt look glad nor excited at all.

He looked devastated, when he looked at Ethan, from his head to toes.

Ethan quickly greeted the man, trying to go and hug him, The man slapped Ethan right on his left cheek.

"You should be working, you cant just come here, in my house, to shame me. You act like you own the house!" The tall, old man yelled.

" ...Mark!" Ethans mother yelled, glaring at this tall figure infront of her. "What Nicole? Are you letting this rascal to come live here?" The man raised his voice once again.

"Hes OUR son!" Nicole screamed, eyes full of tears as the mans face went blank. His eyes were the only thing showing some kind of feeling. They were full of anger.

"Thats your son." Mark hissed, opening the door and then walking back to his room.

"Im sorry. Your father." Mother Nicole apologized, while placing hand on Ethans shoulder.

"Its fine. Im not upset." Ethan smiled walking upstairs to his old room.

Every step he took felt heavy, he was still hurting in the stomach. He fell to the last stair, and looked at the ground, his face was now covered
on his madness towards his father.

A few hours went and Nicole was calling Ethan to come eat.

He got up from his bed, finished his writing he closed the notebook.

He then walked to the shelf, hiding the notebook next to other books.

What was Ethan writing?