"You're pathetic, boy!" His father towers over him, holding the glass that Isaac had just dropped. The cup had only a small chip in it, barely noticable if you weren't looking for it, but that didn't matter to the man. Mr. Lahey's glasses were askew and the corners of his mouth were wet with spit. The man's face was red with fury and his hands were curled into fists as he glares at his son. "It's bad enough that I lost your mother, but now I'm stuck with you?!" The older man exclaims, grabbing his 15-year-old son by his upper arm and dragging him toward the basement. Isaac's eyes fill with tears as he halfheartedly struggles to pull away from his father's tight grip.

"No!" Isaac sobs. "Please, I'll do better next time, I swear!" He cries as his father drags him down the stairs "Please..." He chokes out and flinches as his father's grip tightens around his arm.

The room had a cramped feel, although it was incredibly large. The light was rarely on so the basement was cast in shadows, which did nothing to fix the somber mood of the restricting feeling of the chamber. Different sized ropes hung from the ceiling above the various cluttered tables. Old furniture and long forgotten possessions were strewn across the room, making it difficult to walk across. Tools and broken machines were scattered across the floor, but none of that was noteworthy compared to the giant freezer, standing against the far wall, a loose chain covering it and an open padlock hanging from the side.

This freezer was Mr. Lahey's destination. "It's for your own good, Isaac." His father informs Isaac harshly, throwing open the large freezer door in order to shove the boy inside. At this point, Isaac is too terrified to even scream. The door is slammed shut and Isaac is enveloped in darkness.

He couldn't breathe. He was curled up, tears streaming down his face and he could not breathe. The already confined space seemed to be closing in on him, slowly shrinking. Isaac is forced to curl up tighter, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gasps for air.

Suddenly, he lets out a bloodcurdling scream. He couldn't take it anymore. Isaac needed to get out of his cell, it didn't matter to his father, though. And Isaac knew it was his own fault. He'd been the one to chip the cup, not his father. He knew he deserved his punishment, but that didn't mean it didn't cause him to panic every time he was disciplined.

"ISAAC," Mr. Lahey yells furiously, throwing open the door to the freezer to see his son curled up in a corner gasping for breathe, his face wet with tears. He glares down at the boy, "You deserve everything I've done." He spits, "It's for your own good." Mr. Lahey grabs Isaac by the front of his shirt, jerking him from the box and throwing him to the floor.

Isaac whimpers quietly, his eyes closed tightly. He doesn't even realize he's out of the freezer. Until his father kicks him, that is. He yelps loudly, his eyes flying open just in time to see a fist coming at his face. Isaac's head slams back and he hears a small thud and seconds later, he feels warm blood running down the side of his face.

"You'd better clean that up." His father growls before turning and trudging up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind him.