Chapter 2: Lateness will not be tolerated
William reached his home and saw that there was not a single candle lit. He gently opened the door and then closed it and started to head for his room.
"William," a voice said slurring.
"Father!" William yelped.
William was usually afraid of his father, especially when he was drunk. He could always smell the breath on his father, Garrick, but did his best not to show his father that he noticed. Why he did this, he was not quite aware himself. All he knew, is that his father was a monster that sent his sister away when she was 5. William never got to know his sister and his fear was, is what happened to her.
"Where have you been? Do you realize what time it is young man? Just because you leave tomorrow, does not mean you can spend the night out with that little tramp of yours that you call a friend."
"Lisa, is not a tramp father. She is my best friend and I care for her very much and there is nothing you can say that will change that," said William.
William's father got up from his chair and hit William across the face, knocking him to the ground.
"How dare you talk to me like that?! You pathetic little boy. You remind me of your sister. I sent her away, your mother didn't want me too, but I did anyway. The difference is that your sister was five when I sent her away and we kept you around and your leaving tomorrow. For a ten year old William, you are nothing but a pathetic little boy," said Garrick.
William spit out blood and stood up.
"What happened to my sister, father?" asked William.
Garrick laughed at William's question, knowing that his son truly wanting to know the truth and that he would not give it to William.
"I guess you will never know, William. Now, get your little arse back upstairs and go to bed!"
William ran upstairs to his bedroom, stuck his face in his pillow and sobbed. Shortly afterwards, William heard the door creak open. It was Anna, William's mother. William and his mother were always very close and he could always count on her for when he was feeling bad.
"William," a voice said.
"Mother. I'm sorry that I was late." William quickly got up from his bed. "I walked Lisa home and I lost track of what time it could possibly be."
William's mother pulled him close and held him. "William, it's ok that you're late. I'm not upset with you, but let me have a look at you." She put her fingers under his chin raising them up and saw the bruises on his face and the tears that were in his eyes. "Oh William," she sighed.
"I'm sorry mother."
Anna led William over to his bed and they both sat down.
"William, you know very well that I'm not upset with you. Have you been crying because of your father hitting you?"
"That's not all of it mother. I cry because I'll be leaving Lisa, the fear of father hurting you, and that I miss my sister," said William laying his head on his mother's shoulder.
"I know William. I miss her too. You know that I love your sister and I would have kept her, but your father.....," Anna stopped. "Just get some sleep William, you will need it. You have to get up early tomorrow."
William layed back onto his pillow. His mother put the covers over him.
"Do not worry about me William, I will always be here when you need me and if I am not, Lisa will be. Goodnight my son."
"Goodnight mother."
Anna kissed William on his forehead and started to walk out until William called her name.
"Mother, do you think I will ever see my sister again?" asked William.
"I think that you can do whatever you put your mind to William. I think you will see your sister again and she will be thrilled to see you and if you do find her, tell her that I have and will always love her."
"Yes mother. I will, I promise," said William.
"Good boy. Night."
"Night mother."
Anna smiled at William and went out of his room. William let his head completely relax against the pillow thinking about the life he will have, how much he will miss Lisa and his mother and most importantly, hoping he will someday be re-united with his sister.
William reached his home and saw that there was not a single candle lit. He gently opened the door and then closed it and started to head for his room.
"William," a voice said slurring.
"Father!" William yelped.
William was usually afraid of his father, especially when he was drunk. He could always smell the breath on his father, Garrick, but did his best not to show his father that he noticed. Why he did this, he was not quite aware himself. All he knew, is that his father was a monster that sent his sister away when she was 5. William never got to know his sister and his fear was, is what happened to her.
"Where have you been? Do you realize what time it is young man? Just because you leave tomorrow, does not mean you can spend the night out with that little tramp of yours that you call a friend."
"Lisa, is not a tramp father. She is my best friend and I care for her very much and there is nothing you can say that will change that," said William.
William's father got up from his chair and hit William across the face, knocking him to the ground.
"How dare you talk to me like that?! You pathetic little boy. You remind me of your sister. I sent her away, your mother didn't want me too, but I did anyway. The difference is that your sister was five when I sent her away and we kept you around and your leaving tomorrow. For a ten year old William, you are nothing but a pathetic little boy," said Garrick.
William spit out blood and stood up.
"What happened to my sister, father?" asked William.
Garrick laughed at William's question, knowing that his son truly wanting to know the truth and that he would not give it to William.
"I guess you will never know, William. Now, get your little arse back upstairs and go to bed!"
William ran upstairs to his bedroom, stuck his face in his pillow and sobbed. Shortly afterwards, William heard the door creak open. It was Anna, William's mother. William and his mother were always very close and he could always count on her for when he was feeling bad.
"William," a voice said.
"Mother. I'm sorry that I was late." William quickly got up from his bed. "I walked Lisa home and I lost track of what time it could possibly be."
William's mother pulled him close and held him. "William, it's ok that you're late. I'm not upset with you, but let me have a look at you." She put her fingers under his chin raising them up and saw the bruises on his face and the tears that were in his eyes. "Oh William," she sighed.
"I'm sorry mother."
Anna led William over to his bed and they both sat down.
"William, you know very well that I'm not upset with you. Have you been crying because of your father hitting you?"
"That's not all of it mother. I cry because I'll be leaving Lisa, the fear of father hurting you, and that I miss my sister," said William laying his head on his mother's shoulder.
"I know William. I miss her too. You know that I love your sister and I would have kept her, but your father.....," Anna stopped. "Just get some sleep William, you will need it. You have to get up early tomorrow."
William layed back onto his pillow. His mother put the covers over him.
"Do not worry about me William, I will always be here when you need me and if I am not, Lisa will be. Goodnight my son."
"Goodnight mother."
Anna kissed William on his forehead and started to walk out until William called her name.
"Mother, do you think I will ever see my sister again?" asked William.
"I think that you can do whatever you put your mind to William. I think you will see your sister again and she will be thrilled to see you and if you do find her, tell her that I have and will always love her."
"Yes mother. I will, I promise," said William.
"Good boy. Night."
"Night mother."
Anna smiled at William and went out of his room. William let his head completely relax against the pillow thinking about the life he will have, how much he will miss Lisa and his mother and most importantly, hoping he will someday be re-united with his sister.