30x300 by -yannik-
DAY ELEVEN
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Tom kept measuring his cage. Six steps. Six steps. And six again. It couldn't have shrunk, could it?
Think! Think, Paris! It's impossible.
He sat down. Leola root was getting cold on the platter, handed over by Ivan. Neelix was not allowed in anymore.
The only thing that kept him away from the thought of the shrinking cell was the padd, andthe letter to his father. But it was bringing back memories ofother times he was incarcerated. Of those times he disgraced his father beyond forgiveness.
Could one letter change anything?
One letter and four years. Could four years of exemplary service change those months, years, when he was a failure? Especially if they ended up in failure again.
Even if he did it for purpose…
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„No! Dad, please, no..." Tom prayed, as his father was securing shutters in the windows. "I'll be good…"
"You'll stay here, until you learn, what you did was wrong!" Commander Paris hissed, and slammed the door to the little boy's room. Tom heard the key turning, and choked.
"But I already know, dad" he whispered into the darkness. "I know. Please, let me out."
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From the darkness came voices. The sweetest voice, of the only someone who would save him.
"Why are you doing this? He's just a boy."
"This boy embarrassed me in front of my superior officer!"
"That's not the reason to lock him up. He's scared.
"That's why I lock him up! He has to get over his fear."
"That's cruel."
"You're a mother, that's why you think that way. But you know what? Stick to your daughters, and leave my only son to me. I'll make him worthy of the name of Paris!"
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t.b.c.