Loud footsteps could be heard throughout the corridor as the sage dragged the small boy by the hair. The boy struggled and pleaded with all of his might, but his efforts were in vain.
"Father please, stop!" he cried. He tried hard not to cry. He knew that's what he wanted.
Father didn't listen. He kept a tight grip on the boy's green locks.
"I didn't do anything! Please! Father!"
Father pulled harder on the boys hair. He stopped at a small door the boy was too familiar with. Tears were in his eyes as soon as he set them on it.
"FATHER NO! PLEASE STOP!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to force himself out of Father's grasp. Father unlocked the door and lifted the boy by his hair, not effected by the screams coming out of his mouth. He leered at him with what seemed to be a look of disapproval. The small boy couldn't tell. His looks were all the same.
Without hesitance, Father threw the boy into the hall closet without care. He quickly shut the door and locked it. The boy landed on his front, scraping his knee and bloodying his nose. He slowly pushed himself up to his feet and wiped the blood from his face, tears streaming down his face.
The boy looked around the closet. It hadn't changed much since he was last kept in there. The dirty damp towel used to clean the bathroom floors was still there, serving as his blanket for the night.
The boy used it to dry his face. He hugged it close to his body, pretending it was a warm blanket from his bedroom. He hoped that he would at least be let out tomorrow. If only he knew what he had done wrong this time.