"Jeff...Jeff where are you boy?, You better not be messing with that damn dog again. I told you he ain't getting none of our food. Jeff!". Gilbert shouts.
Gilbert walks around the corner of the alley, He spots Jeff siting on a tree stump ..far off in the empty back-lot of their apartment building.
Jeff sits fumbling with a piece of meat, He had been trying to get the little stray puppy since the day he had saw the poor hungry thing wobble up to the buildings entrance steps begging for any kind of hand-out. Jeff as of now had not had any luck.
The poor pup just was too scared to come any closer.
"JEFF!, What did I tell ya BOY!.". Gilbert yells before rushing over to Jeff and picking him up by his shirt sleeve.
"I want you to get your ass home right now, AND if I see you are trying to feed, that dog one more time, I am gonna make it where your the one who's starving, GOT IT!". Gilbert yells getting his point crystal clear acrossed to the frighten boy who knew all to well that his father had meant every word that he had said.
"Yes sir...". Jeff whispers.
Gilbert lets loose of Jeff's shirt sleeve.
Jeff scatters off to the entrance doors of their building.
Gilbert runs up to the scared puppy, He kicks dirt in the pups face scaring it away.
"That'll teach you to stay away, AND if it doesn't then I will just have to shoot ya.". Gilbert announces with a proud gleam.
Gilbert hunts every year, He almost always wins in the annual turkey shoot-off.
One thing he doesn't let anyone forget about, He really loves to hunt.
Jeff sits in the living area, As much as you could call it that.
He sits on the couch, His hands tucked neatly in his lap.
He waits for his father to come through the door.
Probably cussing and throwing his fists around, His face beat red and getting even redder.
He'll step up to Jeff, Jeff'll stand up trying to calm his father down but only infuriating him more.
Gilbert will ask him why he was out there doing something he knew not to do and then the slap will come,
Jeff will taste blood and plead for his father to stop.
Gilbert will start shouting, His slaps will turn into punches and kicks.
Jeff will coward down on the floor crying, begging for his father to take mercy but Gilbert will continue.
Jeff gets tense when his father steps inside the room.
"What were you doing out there feeding that mutt our food, The only food we have and you decide to give it to some animal!". Gilbert hisses.
"I'm sorry father, I just thought it was hungry. I didn't want it to die.". Jeff whispers.
Gilbert looks at his youngest son, A cruel smile on his face.
"You didn't want it to die.". Gilbert monks.
Jeff nods while standing up, Gilbert pushes him back down on the cough.
"You didn't want the little puppy to die, Well. Would you like to die boy?". Gilbert asks.
"No sir.". Jeff answers
His eyes watching his father step over to his bed-room.
Jeff begins crying. "Dad please! I will not do it again, I swear."
Gilbert Hardy comes out of his room with a semi automatic shot-gun in hand.
"Dad.. DADDY PLEASE DON'T." Jeff pleads as his father steps closer.
The rifle of the gun practically pointed right towards Jeff's skull.
Gilbert smirks "You do not wanna die?".
Jeff in a frighten panic just nods his head slowly.
Gilbert lowers the gun down.
"You do not go messing with that damn dog again, You hear."
Jeff who by now was hyperventilating simply falls to the ground.
" I won't do it, I won't.. I won't daddy, I won't."
Gilbert smiles satisfied with his boys answer he heads into the kitchen to grab himself a beer.
TBC