Jeb stared up, meeting his brutal father eye to eye. Tears and bruises marred Jeb's face as his father struck him over and over again. The boy's mother sat over in a dark corner, face in hands, sobbing louder and louder with each blow. She had seen the signs. Out late, alcohol on his breath, but it was too late now. Carren had rushed to her son to try to hide him from the drunken man but by the time she had found him playing in her room, Randy had too. She attempted defend him but Randy ripped her of their son and threw her down into the corner. By then, Jeb forgot what he was being "punished" for.