"Weeeeee! Higher daddy! I wanna go up into the sky like a rocket ship!" four year old Stiles exclaimed.
"Okay now, but if you feel like you're about to fall, make sure to tell me. Ready?"
"YAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Here we gooo!" And Stiles was sooring through the sky.
"I love swings, don't you daddy?" Stiles asked while laughing.
"Of course I love swings" Noah says while he carries Stiles down from the swing, he looks him in the eye,"but not as much as I love you."
"Aawwwww! I love you to dadddddyy!" Stiles smiles and hugs Noah.
"Lets go home now shall we?"
"One more time pleasee." Stiles flashes his puppy dog eyes at him and Noah can't resist.
"Fine. But only once m-" Noah drops to the ground in pain, barely conscious. There are streams of dark crimson blood flowing from his head, where the bat made contact.
"DADDY!" Screams Stiles. "DADDY WAKE UP!" Stiles pleads.
Noah opens his eyes, and uses all his strength to mumble the word, "R-run Stiles, run."
"NO! I'm not going to leave you daddy." Stiles looks up with tears in his eyes and asks the man in the mask, "Why did you hit my daddy?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, it was a mistake. Would you like me to call an ambulance?"
Stiles looks back at his father but nods.
"How 'bout you go get the phone, it's in that black van" he points to a rusty looking van, "I have a friend in the van, just knock on the door and he will help you."
"No! I'm not going to leave my daddy, you go get it!"
"But I can help your 'daddy' here, stop the bleeding before it's too late, unless of coarse I can go and you can watch your daddy bleed."
Stiles looks up at the man again and hesitates before looking back at his father and whispers in his ear, "I'll be right back daddy, don't worry, I'll come back, I promise."
He never came back.