Ten year old Craig sat down at the edge of the bed and sighed. Time to go see Mom and the baby again, he thought. His father, Albert Manning came into the room and nodded at Craig.
"Good, you're up." he said sternly. "You're going on the bus at three." He looked at his watch, "It's three-thirty now." Craig looked at his father, his mouth wide open.
"Are you serious?" he asked. Albert nodded, "Call your mother, and tell her you're not coming." He left the room. Craig hit his head on his palm. He got up and looked at the alarm clock on the desk. It read 2:20. He shook his head and ran into the other room.
"Dad!" he yelled. His father turned around and looked at him.
"What?!" he screamed, "What, Craig, what, come on, just TELL ME!" Craig backed into the wall, his father following him, almost pushing him. Craig stuttered a response. Albert grabbed his shirt and pulled him up.
"ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION YET?!" Albert screamed. Craig nodded, scared, crying. Albert threw him at the wall at the other side of the room. Craig screamed, a shot of unbearable pain going through his back. His father went over to him and looked down at him, glaring.
"You get it, Craiger?" he asked. Craig nodded, still crying, "I get it Dad."