"Didn't I tell you to keep your fingers off my son?!" Dave demanded.
Leonard, who had been drinking beer before Dave stormed in, stood up from his bed. "What are you talking about?!" he asked angrily.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about" Dave said with his arms crossed.
Leonard took another swig of beer.
"Look at you. You're disgusting" said Dave.
"And proud of it. Got a problem?" Leonard said.
"As a matter of fact I do. And you still haven't answered my question from yesterday. Where were you when Alvin was on the floor bleeding to death?" said Dave.
"It's not in your place to know!" Leonard snapped.
"Oh, yes it is. I'm not going to let a sicko like you hurt my son. I told you that you have no right to do that" said Dave.
"And I told you that it's a free country and I'm free to do whatever I want to do" said Leonard.
Dave just shook his head and left the room. He had nothing else to say at the moment.
Dave quietly entered the boys' room with a small pill from Alvin's pain medicine and a glass of water in his hand. "Alvin?" he said quietly.
Alvin stirred, but didn't wake.
Dave placed the pill and water on the nightstand and gave Alvin a gentle shake. ""Alvin? Come on, buddy" he said, his voice still soft.
Alvin stirred again, followed by a small moan, but his eyes stayed closed.
Dave tried again. Finally, Alvin's eyes fluttered open. He lifted his droopy eyelids and found Dave standing next to him.
Dave helped Alvin sit up. Alvin's head hurt and he was very sore.
By the look on the child's face, Dave could tell Alvin was in a lot of pain. He handed Alvin the pill. "Here Alvin, take this. It'll soothe the pain" he said gently.
Alvin placed the pill in his mouth and Dave helped him drink the water behind it. Afterwards, Dave lowered Alvin back down and pulled the blankets up. Alvin turned over and went back to sleep.
Dave quietly left the room and closed the door behind him.
There was another argument going on between Dave and Leonard.
"I'm going to tell you one more time, Leonard; keep your alcoholic hands off my son" said Dave.
"Look Dave, I have no idea what you're talking about. I told you Alvin fell down the stairs" Leonard said.
"I don't believe you. Alvin wouldn't lie if something like this happened to him" Dave said, crossing his arms.
"How would you know?" Leonard demanded.
Dave was getting angry. "Keep your hands off my son" he ordered.
Leonard gave a glare as Dave walked away.
Simon and Theodore had returned home.
"Dave, we're home! Simon called.
"Not so loud. Alvin's trying to sleep" Dave said quietly as he went to greet them.
"Sorry. How is Alvin, by the way?" said Simon.
"He's still shaken, but he should be fine" said Dave.
Simon and Theodore made their way into the kitchen, where they started their homework. Dave followed them so he could prepare dinner.
Alvin's eyes fluttered open and he looked around. His vision was a little blurry. Alvin climbed out of bed and started making his way out of his room to wash up for dinner. When he opened the door, he found Leonard standing on the other side. Leonard didn't say anything. He just glared at Alvin with his arms crossed.
Alvin just stood there, eyes filled with fear. He slowly began to back up. Leonard moved forward. Once he was completely in the room, he shut the door and locked it.
Alvin backed up until he was against the wall. He was breathing hard.
Leonard grabbed Alvin by the arms. "Let's have a little talk, Alvin" he said
Alvin tried to get free. "LET GO OF ME!!" he cried. "DAVE!!"
"Don't try calling for Daddy now, Alvin. This is between me and you" said Leonard.
"What have I ever done to you?" Alvin asked.
Leonard threw Alvin to the floor and kicked him hard in the stomach. Alvin cried out in pain.
"What have you done to me?! You spied on me you little runt! You told your father what went on when I specifically told you not to! That's what you did to me!" Leonard said angrily, slapping Alvin across the cheek.
"I didn't spy on you, I swear!" Alvin tried to hold back from crying, but his tears wouldn't stop coming.
"Then what do you call it, Alvin?! Huh?! What do you call it?!" Leonard asked angrily as he slapped Alvin again.
Alvin couldn't come up with an answer.
"TELL ME WHAT YOU CALL IT!!" Leonard yelled. The sound of his angry voice made Alvin even more frightened.
Leonard grabbed Alvin by the collar of his pajamas. "You tell me what you call peeking into my room right now, or it's going to get really ugly" he said, "Tell me, NOW!"
When Alvin didn't answer, Leonard threw him down to the floor and kicked him in the stomach.
From downstairs Dave, who was stirring spaghetti sauce for the spaghetti, heard all the commotion. "Simon, call the police" he said.
"Why? What's going on?' Simon asked.
"Just do it. Theodore, I need you to watch the food" Dave said then he hurried out of the kitchen.
Simon and Theodore exchanged glances. Then did what they were told.
Leonard gave Alvin another hard kick in the stomach. The child screamed out in pain. Leonard then grabbed Alvin by the hair and began to pull hard.
"LET ME GO!!" Alvin cried.
Leonard threw Alvin to the floor and kicked him in the stomach again. "The more you ignore me, the more pain I'm going to give you!" he said angrily.
Alvin held his stomach. It throbbed from being kicked hard at least five times.
"Are you going to answer my question?!" Leonard asked.
"Wh-what question" Alvin asked in a shaky voice.
Leonard got mad all over again and slapped Alvin hard. "Don't play dumb with me, you sorry excuse for a child! You know very well what question!" he said angrily.
Alvin still couldn't answer. But before Leonard could do anything else, someone had kicked the door open. And it wasn't Dave. It was the police. A few of them were holding guns up, ready to fire if Leonard did anything crazy.
"You're still at it, aren't you Leonard?" Officer Madison said.
"Still at what?" Leonard asked.
"Don't act innocent now, Leonard. You're busted" said Officer Pamela Johnson.
Dave, who had been trying to get in before the police arrived, hurried over to aid Alvin, who was on the floor shivering with fear.
Leonard fought with a few cops as his hands were being cuffed. Two officers tried to hold the strong man steady while two more hand cuffed him. They finally managed to lock him in the hand cuffs and push him out of the room.
Officer Madison stayed in the room for awhile. She looked down at Dave, who was on the floor with Alvin in his arms, trying to get him to calm down. Alvin wouldn't stop crying.
"Mr. Seville?" Officer Madison said softly.
Dave looked up.
"I think you should take your son back to the hospital. Just to get him checked out" Officer Madison said, her voice still soft.
Dave stood up. "I think you're right" he said.