Love and Rejection

Benjamin had just turned ten and I was nine. We were playing in the living room when the crazy Alpha walked in. "Son," he started to scream "what have I told you about playing and talking to that piece of trash. That whore's child. Get over here!"
Benjamin tried to talk back "no father, she is my best friend, I won't leave her." Next thing i knew my Benji is on the ground with a bloody nose and his father stood above him with a bloody fist. That was the last time Benjamin was ever nice to me again. It was also the last day he spoke back to his father.