So sorry for the delay. hey I put that into the other story I just updated.
hmm. well I'll give you the same excuse as well then. The fan in my com is
out and I can't get on the internet much. Hey, a fan is much cheaper then
a whole new computer. so I can't turn it on.
I'm updating slowly so don't hunt me down! I'm sorry! I wouldn't have posted the first chapter if I knew I would have to wait to post the next chapters. I'm really sorry!
Thanks for the reviews!
Okay, I have read about people acting weird after something tragic has happened. okay and yes people do snap back to themselves after a while. so don't flame me about evil Andy becoming good Andy almost instantly. the attacks never broke bones before okay so there.
Yes I know this chapter is short. I know I should have more written since I've left this off for like ever but I'm sorry. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
Why By: Life's Scar
Andy looked down at his son who struggled to breathe, what had he done to him? Why in the world had he done this to his only son? He smelt the beer and saw the trashed house.
Andy put his hand to his pounding head and reached for the phone. He needed to call an ambulance. His son needed a doctor.
"Don't." He heard Ephram's voice, "No hospitals. please."
Andy dropped the phone onto the ground and slipped his hand under his son's head, "I'm so sorry, son, I have to, you need a doctor."
"You are a doctor."
"Ephram."
"Please, no hospitals."
"Why?"
"Delia will need you."
"You need to see a doctor"
"No!" Ephram yelled.
"Okay. I have to check you for broken bones though.."
Ephram nodded but as soon as Andy touched his son he jumped. Oh God, he made his own son scared of him.
He lifted the shirt up and saw the bruised pale skin. He was disgusted with himself he had broken his own son's ribs. Why had he become a monster towards his son? He was a monster and didn't deserve to raise him.
Ephram hissed as his father touched the broken rib, "I'm sorry." Ephram said as he clenched his fist.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Andy whispered as began to check the other wounds.
Andy picked up his son's wrist and saw the slight scratch mark and knew exactly what his son had been doing before he came home. It was only a scratch this time. only a scratch but it could have been worse. He had pushed his own son to thoughts of suicide.
He didn't deserve to be a father.
He reached to pick up the phone but Ephram pushed it away from his father's hand, "No. please. do this one thing for me."
Andy nodded as he lifted his son up to bring him to his own room so he could tend to his son's ribs.
I'm updating slowly so don't hunt me down! I'm sorry! I wouldn't have posted the first chapter if I knew I would have to wait to post the next chapters. I'm really sorry!
Thanks for the reviews!
Okay, I have read about people acting weird after something tragic has happened. okay and yes people do snap back to themselves after a while. so don't flame me about evil Andy becoming good Andy almost instantly. the attacks never broke bones before okay so there.
Yes I know this chapter is short. I know I should have more written since I've left this off for like ever but I'm sorry. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.
Why By: Life's Scar
Andy looked down at his son who struggled to breathe, what had he done to him? Why in the world had he done this to his only son? He smelt the beer and saw the trashed house.
Andy put his hand to his pounding head and reached for the phone. He needed to call an ambulance. His son needed a doctor.
"Don't." He heard Ephram's voice, "No hospitals. please."
Andy dropped the phone onto the ground and slipped his hand under his son's head, "I'm so sorry, son, I have to, you need a doctor."
"You are a doctor."
"Ephram."
"Please, no hospitals."
"Why?"
"Delia will need you."
"You need to see a doctor"
"No!" Ephram yelled.
"Okay. I have to check you for broken bones though.."
Ephram nodded but as soon as Andy touched his son he jumped. Oh God, he made his own son scared of him.
He lifted the shirt up and saw the bruised pale skin. He was disgusted with himself he had broken his own son's ribs. Why had he become a monster towards his son? He was a monster and didn't deserve to raise him.
Ephram hissed as his father touched the broken rib, "I'm sorry." Ephram said as he clenched his fist.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." Andy whispered as began to check the other wounds.
Andy picked up his son's wrist and saw the slight scratch mark and knew exactly what his son had been doing before he came home. It was only a scratch this time. only a scratch but it could have been worse. He had pushed his own son to thoughts of suicide.
He didn't deserve to be a father.
He reached to pick up the phone but Ephram pushed it away from his father's hand, "No. please. do this one thing for me."
Andy nodded as he lifted his son up to bring him to his own room so he could tend to his son's ribs.
