I CARE

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Bennett POV

I was woken up by the sound of the sizzling bacon as it hit the hot frying pan. I heard the clanking of pots downstairs. I rubbed the crust off my eyes and hopped out of bed in preparation for breakfast. I jogged downstairs and was met with my parents in the kitchen. My dad was sitting on the chair reading a newspaper. My mother on the other hand was busy making breakfast.

"Good morning baby boo. I made your favorite: bacon and pancakes," she said placing the plate of food in front off me as I made myself comfortable on the table.

"Did you like your toys baby boo?" She asked removing her apron.

"Yes mom. I especially liked the Hot Wheels plus the clothes you also bought for me. Thank you," I responded.

She smiled weakly and whispered something to my dad. Its was obviously none of my business since they were whispering thus I went to watch cartoons in the living room. I heard commotion in the kitchen but I just shrugged it off and continued watching. I then heard stomping then I saw my dad charging towards me carrying a duffle bag clearly looking really pissed.

"Let's go Bennett," he said picking me up. "Were leaving," he said tightening his grip around my waist.

"Please don't take my child. Please," I heard my mom say between sobs. Now they both grabbed whichever of my upper limbs they got their hands on. They were pulling me so hard like they were playing tug of war. Eventually my dad pulled me so hard my mom lost her grip. She then rushed to block the front door.