DISCLAIMER
In A Heartbeat belongs to Disney. Not me. Since Jamie belongs to Disney, I'm guessing that his father does too.
It was late when Jamie approached his house. The boy slowly brought his motorcycle to a stop in the driveway. He let out a shaky breath. He really didn't want to go inside. He just couldn't handle it tonight. When he was with the others, he could forget. He could act like nothing was wrong. He could act like he had a normal home life. But he knew he didn't. Oh, he knew everybody had spats. Heck, Tyler often complained about his step dad, William. Although, now that Jamie thought about it, he hadn't brought up the man for some time. With a defeated sigh, he dismounted the vehicle and headed up the walk. With a shaking hand, he reached and grabbed the knob. Please. Please, just let him be asleep, Jamie thought. However, as soon as he was in the door, the boy found that his silent wish was to no avail.
"Where've you been?" Andrew Waite asked. Jamie sighed.
"On call. It was a busy night," he answered.
"You lyin' to me?" Mr. Waite demanded.
"No, Dad. I'm not lying," Jamie answered.
"Then how come you didn't call?" Mr. Waite questioned.
"It was busy. I didn't have time," Jamie replied.
"I need your help tomorrow," Mr. Waite stated.
"Dad, it's Saturday," Jamie protested.
"We have a big load tomorrow and I need someone to do the hauling," Mr. Waite told him.
"But Dad, I was gonna---" Jamie began.
"You're helping me tomorrow," Mr. Waite interrupted. "And I don't want to hear another word."
"No! Dad! Don't! Dad, stop!" Jamie's fearful cries were soon followed by sounds of slapping and something traveling through the air.