Disclaimer- Not my characters. Just my imagination.
A/N- I'm sincerely sorry that it is taking me so long to update. I've been busy, as lame as that sounds, but it's the truth. In all fairness however, I am currently falling aslep at my desk trying to post this for you, so yay for me. I hope it's a decent chapter, but again, to be fair, it's after 1a.m. so... Oh, and the verbal mistakes are Parker's, not mine.
Chapter Five:
"I was watching the T.V.," Parker began. "Lion King was on and Mommy said I could watch it while she was fixing breakfast. Then I heard a funny sound come from the kitchen, and it didn't sound like cooking, or Mommy dropping a bowl again. It sounded like when my friend Josh fell off of his new skateboard and it crashed real hard into the door when we was at his house. 'Cept this noise came a few times, and then I heard Mommy say something, but I couldn't hear 'cause Lion King was to the part where Simba was singing with Zazu, so I went over to see what Mommy was saying.
I only opened the door a little bit and I peeked inside, and there was a bad man there with Mommy. He had grabbed her arm real tight and his fingers pressed 'till they were white 'cause she had the vegetable cuttin' knife in that hand. I guess 'cause she was making omelets for our breakfast. And then he pushed her real hard, and she hit the counter. It hurt too, 'cause she cried out like I do when I skin my knee, and it made the slicing board fall on the floor, and it broke in two, and the bad man took the knife from Mommy.
She tried smacking him, so he hit her, like you said that you should never hit a girl Daddy. An' he kept hitting her, an' I wanted to go and help her, 'cause I didn't want Mommy to get hurt, but I was worried that the bad man would hit me too." His little voice was trembling, and his chocolate brown eyes were misted over with unshed tears, as he showed his Daddy how brave he could be. "And then Mommy started crying, and he kept hitting her, and then he held one of her arms up and started cutting her with the knife, and it bled, and it was lots more blood then I ever sawed before. Mommy screamed when he cut her, and I didn't ever hear Mommy scream like that before. I heard a lady scream like that on the T.V. once, but that was a scary movie that Mommy said I shouldn't watch." He looked up at his father, imploringly, asking with such a degree of innocence, it was dumbfounding. "When did life become like a scary movie Daddy? Why can't it be happy?" Booth stared back at him for a moment, trying to find the right words to say, but to no avail. When the boy realized that his father had no answer for him, he went back to his story telling.
"He cut on her other arm too. And I think they looked like letters from the alphabet, but I don't know many words yet, so I'm not real sure. Mommy was crying a lot more after he cut her, and she kept asking him not to hurt her, but he wouldn't listen. Why wouldn't he listen? He kept hurting her, and he hit her some more, and she was bleeding from his hitting, and Mommy screamed some more, and the man yelled, and he started to walk to the door where I was at, pulling Mommy with him by her arm. 'Cept he didn't see me yet, and I was real scared of the bad man, so I ran away, and I hid from him, like you always told me to, Daddy, and I waited there for a real long time, until you came and found me. You and Bones. You saved me."
The room was collectively trying to stay professional, and not allow the boy's testimony to affect them emotionally, but it was a very difficult task, with the way he had spoken of such violence in such a frightened, childish manner. After a rather pregnant pause, in which they attempted to corral their array of thoughts and feelings, Bones finally spoke up.
"Can you tell us what the bad man looked like, Parker?" she asked, her voice surprisingly soft.
Parker nodded his small head vigorously. "Uh-huh. He was real tall," he explained, stretching his arm upwards to demonstrate, "And he was wearing real dark clothes, and he had light brown hair and a tattoo on his hand."
"You saw his tattoo, sweetie?" Asked Angela. A tattoo wasn't much, but it was definitely a start.
"Yep. It looked kinda like King Triton's fork thingy 'cept with a cross on it."
Everyone looked to Booth to translate the kid-speak, none of the squints understanding the child's pop-culture reference.
"You know, King Triton, Ariel's dad?" The stares remained blank. "The Little Mermaid? It's a Disney film…" Still nothing. He sighed. He motioned to Angela's sketch pad, and asked for her to let him use it for a moment, and she complied, handing it to him. He quickly drew what his son had describe, and asked Parker, "Is that what it looked like?"
"Uh-huh," Parker replied.
Bones moved closer to her partner to take a look at the quick sketch, and frowned at what she saw. 'It's Sumerian," she told them.
"Huh?" Booth questioned.
"It's an ancient Sumerian symbol. It means killer."
A/N- Okay, so let me know what you think, please, any thoughts are welcomed. I very much appreciate everyone who reviewed last time, and I am sorry for not replying personally to your reviews, I will try to fix that error this time. Ta, luvs!