CHAPTER 6

Squall walked shyly downstairs holding a card he had made himself with the words sorry written across the top. He was nervous about giving the card to his dad because of his shyness, his shyness he had gotten from his mother.

He walked through the living room doors and sat down next to Seymour.

Squall put the card in his dads hand. Seymour looked at the picture and the writing and then smiled. "Sorry daddy." Squall apolagised hugging his dads waist. "I didn't mean it."

Seymour hugged his son back. "I'm sorry that I hit you. I was scared. Promise me that you will never do it again."

Yuna looked at them from the doorway and smiled at them both.

"I promise I won't do it again as long as you don't hit me." Squall tryed to make a deal with Seymour hoping for the best.

"Fine. I promise."

Yuna walked in and picked Squall up. "Come on Squall. Breakfast." Seymour stood up as well and took Squall from Yuna.

They sat down at the table and had the food they were given. After they had eaten Squall went out to play with the other children. "Seymour." Yuna said hearing her husband walk through the bedroom doors. Yuna was sat by the fire reading.

Seymour layed on the bed rubbing his aching legs from where he had run for hours to catch up with Squall. "Who ever knew that a five year old could run so fast." He moaned.

"Well Tromel says that you acted the same way." She told him putting her book down and sitting besides him. " Are you going to keep your promise?"

Seymour angrily glared at her causing her to wince. "So long as he does as he's told I have no reason to beat him." Seymour walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a large metal stick. "This is what my father used on me when I misbehaved." He told her. "I'll use it the same way he did if need be."

Yuna's eyes filled with tears. "I hope your not thinking of beating our son." Yuna walked forward and put her hand on the large stick. "Please."

Seymour looked down at her. She seemed so desperate. "I told you. I will only use it if I have to."

"Seymour put it away." She ordered feeling sick at the sight of it. Seymour was lost in his terrifying childhood memories. "Please." Yuna begged him putting a hand on his shoulder. That was her biggest mistake. Whenever Seymour was having flashbacks he couldn't realise the world around him.

Seymour raised the stick and hit her across the face with it. He was in this flashback for a few minuites. In those few minuites he had beaten Yuna to the core, he had hit her with his fists, kicked her in her stomach countless amounts of times while holding the peice if metal over the fire until it was glowing red then he beat her with the hot end.

He was brought back to reality when a childs shrill scream filled the air. Seymour realise what he was doing amnd fell to his knees. "Daddy! What are you doing to mommy?" Squall asked running to his crying mothers aid. Squall looked at the red stick which was burning a hole in the light blue carpet.

Squalls hand reached out to touch it like any child would. But his fathers hand stopped him. "It's hot." Seymour told Squall. For once Seymour was scared. He had beaten his wife which he loved. Now he rememberd why he had hidden it. Every time he saw it he would have a flashback. Now look where it had gotten him.

"Daddy! Mommy's bleeding look!"

Much to Squalls words Yuna was bleeding, at a fast rate. Seymour tryed to hold her writhering body still and hold the gash at the same time.

Tromel came up to see what all the nose was. As soon as he saw Yuna he ran off to get a healer. Seymour sighed what had he done this time?

Yuna woke up the next morning in agony. Her whole body hurt. She looked at her arms which were badly blisterd as well as cut, her legs hurt too, her waist was wrapped in bandages right up to her chest. A hand suddenly came in touch with her cheek causing her to look at her comforter.

Seymour was sat by her bedside stroking her cheek. "Se..." She tryed to say his name but her voice was to weak.

Seymour silenced her by putting his hand over her mouth. "Don't talk. Your to weak." He continued comforting her. "I'm sorry that I did this to you. I had a flashback, whenever I have them I can't notise the world around me." He could tell by the look in her eyes that she accepted his apogy.

She could forgive him but could he forgive himself?

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