Chapter 3: Painful thinking

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After an hour, which seemed like forever; Jackson and his father came back in through the front door, carrying  Jackson over his shoulder; knocked out. He drops him on the cold, hard floor with no care and slams the door shut. Jackson remains on the floor, cuts and bruises all over his face and body. Jackson's father heads up to his study, leaving the beaten Jackson on the wooden floor, whimpering. Jackson's mother and April soon came after they saw them enter, they had watched from the kitchen.

Gasping, his mother ran to him, picking him up gently. Jackson's eyes were too bruised to open up to look at her. She quickly took off to his room, while telling April to get salt water and some ice. Laying Jackson down carefully, she covers him in warm blankets. April quickly ran in with the small bowl of salt water, along with ice and a cloth. "Thank you April", mother dips the cloth onto the sea of salt water and cleans the cuts.  Jackson winces as April puts the ice on his blackened stomach, the extreme pain flowing throught his body.

Shortly after treating his injuries, Jackson laid flat on his back; he was perfectly close-mouthed, still. His skin was pale as chalk, his face flooding with sorrow,his eyes blocking the hind sight of reality. Jackson's mother leans down to kiss his forehead with her rosy red lips,"Sleep my little angel~". Nodding slowly, Jackson's eyes began to close to send him to sleep. 

A few days had past, this was when I finally opened my eyes. The pain and agony had gone and I felt like myself again. Except, the broken pieces of my heart. It can no longer be fixed, my own father no longer loves me. He doesn't call be "son" or "his little boy" anymore. I sat up in bed and stared down at my feet. Getting out of bed, I stumbled to the door slowly, still limping from my bruised leg. I reached the dining room and saw only April and mother. They both smiled at me, "Jackson, come sit here", April patted the seat beside her. Smiling back, I sat beside April. Mother places a plate of bacon and egg in front of me and stroked my hair softly,"Enjoy". Me and April tucked in. Suddenly, father shows up. He stares down at both of us. He turns to mother and shoots a glare,"I thought no mutts in the house". Me, April and mother stared at each confused, mutts? Father walked around the table and stood in between me and April. We both looked at the table, not looking up at him. Grabbing our shirts, he pulls us off our seats. Mother stood up quickly, "What are you doing?!". Father opened the door and threw me and April onto the ground outside. I landed on my face and April landed on her butt. We both watched our father as he closed the door, leaving us outside. Our ears fell and tails tucked under our legs.

We sat outside under the porch for hours,waiting for something to happen. The rain pours down, the thunder roaring as the heavy clouds flashed with fury. We became horrified, the darkness shot fear into us. We couldn't bear it any longer, is it all gonna change?

When reading a book on dads bookshelf a while before this all started, we became fond of a story. The book we had been reading was called "The big bag Wolf ". It was about a cub with 6 older brothers, a mother and a father. The mothers name was winter and she was more fond of her youngest cub, named "Bigby". Soon the father became no longer interested in winter, leaving her to take care of the cubs. When the cubs grew, they went to search for their father. But the only cub that stayed behind and took care of his dying mother, was Bigby. Once winter died, Bigby swore to keep her body away from pests, he seeks revenge towards his father who had caused the pain and misery. Then once the body was gone, he became a threat to the homelands. He was known for blowing down pig's houses and chasing girls in red hoods. He was known as the Big Bad Wolf.

While in the pouring rain, I told April we'll get through this, we'll someday do what the Big Bad Wolf did.

Get Revenge on the past.



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