A/N: Hello! I am back with chapter two! Please review, because when I have no feedback I'm unsure of what to do or how to improve? So, please, review!
Arthur sighed as he there was a constant pounding at his door. Christ, it was five in the damn morning! He groaned, getting out of bed and cursing as he threw on a robe and walked quickly downstairs, opening the door. "What?!" He exclaimed, leaning against the door frame.
"Arthur, he won't shut up!" Alice, his ex-wife yelled as she tightly held onto Alfred, their three year old son's hand. Alfred was wincing at how tightly his mother was holding his hand and he was also crying, maybe for the same reason, but that wasn't likely in Arthur's eyes. He could see the bruises on Alfred's arms and legs and one on his cheek. He immediately gasped and took Alfred away from her, holding his young child close to him.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!" Arthur exclaimed, glaring at her. "So did you think beating him would get him to stop crying?!" He yelled out in rage. How dare that bitch hurt his precious son! If there was anyone Arthur truly loved, it was his son.
"Arthur-!"
"Shut the bloody hell up!" He cut her off, not wanting to hear any of the lies that spilled from her lips. "Get out!" He ordered.
Alice frowned, glaring back at him. "You're the one who told me to watch him!" She exclaimed, stomping her foot on the ground.
"Because he wanted to see you!" He yelled back. "Just leave!" He yelled, slamming the door shut with his foot. He locked the door and went back upstairs, holding his sniffling Alfred. He rubbed his back soothingly, whispering words of comfort into his ear. "It's okay, Alfred... Sh... Daddy's here..."
Alfred sniffled, holding onto his father tightly. "D-Daddy..." He cried. "M-My body hurt..."
"I know, I know..." Arthur replied as he walked into Alfred's room, laying him down into his bed. He stripped Alfred of his astronaut pajamas and his alien underwear. He noticed that his shirt had a bit of blood on it, which made him clench his teeth tightly.
Fucking bitch... He thought. She can never see him again!
He placed the shirt down before getting different pajamas for Alfred. He placed them on his son before petting his head. "Alfred..." He tucked him into his bed, placing his stuffed alien next to him. "Are you okay, lad?" He asked, frowning.
"E-Everything hurts, D-Daddy..." He weakly cried.
Arthur frowned, laying gently next to his son. "I see... Don't worry, okay, Alfie?" He suggested, giving a small smile. "My hero can get through anything, right?" He chuckled.
Alfred gave a very small smile, but Arthur could see it perfectly. "Mhmm … A hero can get through anything." He stated, giggling very slightly. Arthur wiped his sons eyes with his sleeves before Alfred closed his eyes, and after a few minutes, he began to softly snore. Arthur smiled, kissing his forehead.
"Good night, my little hero..." He stated softly before quietly standing up and walking out of the room. He didn't close the door all of the way since Alfred was afraid of the dark, and at least there would be some light in his room this way. He walked back to his room and shut the door before going to lay down in his bed.
"Who the hell am I going to get to watch Alfred tomorrow?" He asked himself softly. He took out his phone from off his nightstand and began to go through his contacts.
He saw people, lots of people actually, but no one he could really trust. "No... no... ew, hell no...hm..." He stopped on one. One that he had probably known for longer than any of the other people in his contact list.
Francis Bonnefoy, the contact name read. Arthur took in a big breath before calling Francis.