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Chapter one
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Jack was eating a dry piece of bread, when his father came rushing in the kitchen. He was mumbling about stupid lazy people who never cleaned up after themselves.

"Remember boy," the father turned to the boy, "never be lazy, always clean your own mess." And the man was gone again. Jack wasn't lazy, he didn't dare. If he was, his father would set him outside the house and leave him to figure life out on his own. Jack was scared of the man, terrified more likely. He had to be perfect, and perfect meant active, smart and boring. Jack sighted and threw the leftovers of his bread to Uno, his dog. He had found the poor animal on the streets and his father let him kept it. Jack was surprised he thought his father wouldn't allow a dog in the house. The perfect clean house.

The more days passed the more Jack began to understand, he had no chance of ever living his own live. His dad would forbid him to walk his own road. One thing he knew, he did not want to become like his dad, arrogant, selfish, violent and boring. But, his dad didn't left him much choice. Jack walked to the room and heard his father argue with someone in the hallway. He silently walked to the door and listened. His father was yelling at some man. That awful voice, he could talk you right to the bottom. It was a dominant voice. Jack didn't listen to the words, only the sound of it was terrible enough. Jack was so lost in his thought that he didn't notice the footsteps coming closer to him. The door was flung open and Jack got knocked backwards and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing here, Brat?" Jack looked at his father with wide eyes, never had his father called him like that. "Where you listening to our conversation?"

"N-No" The man grabbed Jack and pulled him up.

"Don't lie to me!" The man pushed the boy against the wall.

"I-I am not l-lying." Jack said, his voice trembling with fear.

"Good, 'cause you didn't hear a thing." The man released the grip on the boys arms and walked away. Leaving a shacking Jack standing against the wall. Why did his father call him that? It was not that he really had listened to his father, just a view simple words, which he had forgotten anyway. Why was it such a big deal for his father? Jack wished he had listened better, he was curious.

That night Jack was sitting in his room. It was late and he was sitting in the windowsill. Watching the stars. It was a beautiful bright night out. He didn't know how long he was sitting there, but when he looked back to his room again, he noticed it was completely dark. He wasn't afraid of the dark, he just thought he had heard something. He sighted and leaned his head against the wooden board of the window. Slowly he felt sleep claiming him.

In the morning, Jack woke of the light of the sun on his face. It was still early. Jack walked to the living room. He was surprised to see his dad sitting on the couch, and was even more surprised to see a man sitting next to him. On the table in front of them there was a lot of paper, on one of them was a picture, Jack couldn't see who was on it though.

"Is that your kid?" The man next to his father asked.

"Yes." His father had that angry look in his eyes again. Jack decided it was better to leave again. He didn't know what his father was up to, but he acted weird lately. Jack walked back to his room and sat in the windowsill again. He always knew his father had a secret, but this had to be serious. His father never did so secretly about anything before. Maybe he was just over reacting and was there nothing secret about the whole thing. The boy sighted. The warmth of the sun on his face felt amazing. He closed his eyes again and let the warmth take away all of his fears. He didn't fell asleep, he just got lost in his thoughts. The door was slammed open and Jack looked up in surprise.

"You were spying on me, weren't you?" The man came rushing to him.

"No," Jack replied, "Should I?" The man grabbed him and pulled him out of the windowsill. It was a painful landing on the ground, but Jack stood up and looked at his father. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you mean nothing to me, and I don't want you sticking your nose in my jobs!"

The first words of the sentence kept repeating in his mind.

"I mean nothing to you?" He asked, holding back to pain and hurt.

"Why would you mean anything to me? You're just like your mother, a lazy person waiting for the death."

"I am NOT lazy! I work hard and if it's not good enough for you, fine! I don't care!" But he did. It was as if the last connection with his father had scattered into a thousand pieces.

"You should care, boy. You should!" His father was talking in that calm voice again, that was even worse than yelling.

"Why? If I mean nothing to you?"

"Because I am your father."

"Well, start acting like one!" Jack yelled and wanted to walk away, just like he always would do when he thought he had said something his father could thing about. Just as he was about to exit the door, his father grabbed his arm and pulled him back in.

"You aren't going anywhere."

"Yes I am!" Jack tried to pull away from his father's firm grip, but it was useless. The man was much stronger. "Let go of me!" Jack was beginning to get scared. The man pushed him against the wall.

"I said, you aren't going anywhere." Jack was pushed into the living room. "Understand?" Jack nodded, not really sure what he had to do. His father had never treated him like this before. "If you dare going out of this house, you will regret it!" The man walked away and Jack ran to his room again, before his father could come back. Why in heavens name did his father do that?

-TBC-

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