Barry heard the arguing start again, it was the fifth time since his father got home. It wasn't new to him after all it had been happening for as long as he could remember. His mother yelling, his father drinking, and him hiding in his room trying to avoid the fight that will eventually happen. Barry didn't dare try to stop them, if he even tried he'd have to wear another cast for a month. "Do you even care about me or our son?!" His mother yelled, most likely waking the neighborhood in her rage. Barry didn't hear what his father said but the heavy steps up the stairs told him it didn't matter. He held a pillow over his face hoping that who ever lost this time didn't stop by his room. Sadly his door swung open dashing any hope he had to avoid his parents. "Barry get up we're leaving." His mother shouted at him. He started to crawl out of his bed when his mother grabbed his hand and began yanking him to the front door.
They made it to the bottom of the stairs when he heard his father's voice. "Don't you dare take him with you!" He was in the kitchen armed with a knife. "He's my son you worthless drunk, we both deserve better than you." His mother's words were cold and uncaring to her husband. "You think that idiot cop is better than me!" His mother opened the door without replying to his father. Barry tried to pull away from his mother when he saw his father run at them. In their shock his mother was knocked down with Barry. "You whore!" His father growls through clenched teeth as he attempted to stab her with his knife. Barry manages to crawl into the corner of the room as his parents began fighting. A blood curdling scream shakes the block as his mother felt the knife rip into her flesh. She tried to claw at his father's face as he stabbed at her body. The knife quickly over powers her sad attempt to stop the attack and her body falls limp. It didn't stop his father from repeatedly plunging the knife into her corpse, until his father was covered in blood and his mother was in shreds.
Barry watched on in horror and disbelief, he wanted to bolt out of the house but he couldn't seem move his legs. His father started to slow his stabs until he finally stopped altogether. The house felt cold as silents filled the air. "It's ok Barry you're safe now, I won't let anything hurt you." His father said, as he began to get up and approach Barry. The boy scrambled to get away but his back was already against the wall. His father knelt down in front of him, he brushed some of Barry's golden locks out of his face making blood smear against skin. His father wrapped his arms around Barry pulling him into a hug, Barry couldn't stop shaking. "Shh, calm down, it's alright." His father calmed, as he pet Barry's hair. Barry tried to push him away but his father only squeezed him tighter. "I love you, don't ever forget that." His father kissed his forehead as the sound of police sirens began to near them.
The police didn't take long to arrive at the house. "Henry we have the house surrounded, come out with your hands up!" A police officer yelled through the door. His father didn't notice, he just kept trying to soothe Barry. The police started to kick down the door, only making his father tighten up his already bruising grip. The door slammed into the wall, around seven or so officers rushed in and aimed their guns at them. "Let the boy go Henry!" The police captain shouted. "Oh, so you can take him away from me? Not a chance." His father switched his soothing voice to a threatening one. "Dad you're hurting me." Barry nearly whispered, his voice was covered in fear of his father and being shot. "Henry don't make me shoot you in front of your own kid." The captain reasoned. Henry glared at the captain but loosened his grip on Barry. "Be safe and don't trust anyone." Henry whispered to Barry as he walked over to the captain and held out his wrists.
The captain handcuffed Henry and walked him out of the house. Barry was left terrified in fear surrounded by police officers trying to console him. A female police officer took him out side and began asking him questions. "What happened?" Was something she asked but Barry stayed quiet, not wanting to describe the event that was on constant repeat in his head. He saw his father in a police car not far away from him. "Where's he gonna go? His parents are his only family?" The child services officer asked the captain. "I'll take care of him, me and him are practically family." The captain answered. "I'll have to send you some adoption forms then but for now it's fine if you take care of him." The officer told him. With that done the captain approached the boy. "Hey kiddo remember me, I was your moms friend." Barry didn't say anything. "I'll be taking care of you from now on." The captain lead Barry to his truck and strapped him in. "I'll be right back ok so just stay here." The captain seemed concerned that Barry wouldn't talk but left him anyway.