~High Stakes~

Chapter 3: Unclear

2 Years Later....

Life's never a fairy tale, there's no happy Disney ending, no happily ever after. I sighed, sitting perched on a park bench watching my eight- year old son Alec run around the open grass field.

After the kidnapping, we found out he was not dead. He was in a coma for a year. When he finally awoke, we thought it was the end of the nightmare and the beginning of a dream... but instead, the nightmare only continued.

Alec had suffered severe brain damage during the attack. I had hoped the memory of the kidnapping had been erased, instead, that was all that remained. Even the best psychiatrists couldn't help him. He had severe phobias of guns, chains, the dark, being alone, small places. Everything seemed to scare him. And there was nothing I could do but stand by and watch him suffer every waking moment.

His once beautiful, youthful eyes were now ones of a scared deer about to be hit by an oncoming truck. Only when he exhausted himself to sleep, did peace seem to be about him. But then he would wake in the middle of the night crying and yelling his head off as he dreamt of the terrifying memories.

Trowa walked over to me after tossing a baseball to Alec. But Alec screamed and began to cry. He wouldn't even let us be five yards away from him. He ran to me and hugged me tightly, clinging to me for dear life, tears streaming down his cheeks and onto my clothes. I stroked his light brown hair gently.

"Shhh, it's okay Alec, I'm right here.." I assured. But he continued to sob.

"Look Alec, Mr.Ribalso's here!" Trowa said, trying to sound excited. Alec lifted his head from my garments at his approaching tutor. He smeared his tears from his face with the back of his hand and brightened.

"Good boy, have fun." I said kissing him on the cheek and sending him off.

I let a sigh escape from my lips, exhausted, fed up with this lifestyle. How much longer would I have to watch him suffer? What kind of life was this? I just wanted to give up. But a hand on my shoulder kept me going. I looked up into the solemn face of Trowa. He looked down at me and offered a smile.

"One day, the world will be a place where our children can grow without fear." he said. I smiled and looked back to my son identifying pictures on flash cards.

Maybe that day will come... but for now, I'll live my life protecting my son from those demons of the world, and dream of true peace...

THE END

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