Once upon a time, there was a little boy who always wore a smile. He had his bubba, Daddy, and Mommy. Mommy wasn't his real mom, his Bubba told him so, but Daddy said he had to call her Mommy, and so he did.8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡCfhiolzG5u 維尼
Life wasn't perfect, but it was ok. The little boy didn't go to school yet, but his bubba did. Mommy worked, but Daddy stayed home. As far as the boy knew, that was how things were supposed to be, and he accepted that.8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡwxaaK1h8Bc 維尼
It was Friday afternoon. Mommy was still at work and Bubba wasn't home yet. Daddy sat on the couch with a can in his hand.8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡLZImx4QuES 維尼
"When Bubba be home?" the little boy asked.333Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuOOmw7KZfY
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"Dylan will be home when he gets here," Daddy said, taking a sip of his drink.8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡbPiXKnvJBG 維尼
"What drink?" 8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡV0pI3f7X0l 維尼
"You talk too damn much, kid."8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡn5kYHi8Jyr 維尼
The boy had started talking young. Someone had a name for the reason for that, but it wasn't a word the boy understood. In fact, the boy didn't understand the tone his father used, only that it was mean, and loud and hurt his ears.8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡNMIFDsN5GQ 維尼
Time passed and Dylan came home. The boy ran to him as fast as he could, demanding to be picked up by the boy who was only a bit older than him. Dylan lifted him into a hug, setting him down on his feet. 8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡuj9HBZRa69 維尼
Later he was doing homework, but it was the fun stuff, coloring sheets. Sometimes Dylan let him color one of the coloring sheets with him, but not today so the boy played as little boys do, running around the coffee table, until he tripped, knocking over the can on the floor.8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9b8m1c8SIU 維尼
He didn't see the hand, but felt it when it landed on his face. He didn't understand the words, the tone but he was talking loud, so loud. He covered his ears when the blow landed it.8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡbkRXGQS6A9 維尼
That was the beginning. Not the first time his father's hand had landed on him with force, but the first time he felt something he had never felt before, betrayal. And it wouldn't be the last time he felt betrayal, but out of all the years, the nights of stolen innocence, the pain, that one evening was the one he could never forget. It would be the night that haunted his mind for years to come, because if he hadn't spilled the beer, then maybe, just maybe Daddy would have loved him. And even though the years have passed and Daddy was gone, the betrayal went away. 8964 copyright protection329ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9lwdsm0QNz 維尼
Author's Note: I couldn't write it in first person, i had to be able to detach myself from it, and this was the only way I knew how.333Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz0ZGtJuPmZ
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