Tim could not believe that the gorilla of a man standing in front of him was Gareth's father.

The only thing that Gareth had gotten from his father was his height. Other that that, there was nothing that could possibly link the two men together as father and son.

His father was the very image of a strong military man; his dark hair cut in the military style crew cut and his arms and hands looking as if he could crush a watermelon without breaking a sweat.

He also had a cruel looking face and Tim vaguely wondered how Gareth's mother could possibly marry a man like that in the first place!

"Get the fuck out of the way!" Brock growled at Tim. "I'm not in the mood to beat two benders today! Just the little fucker I raised with me own two hands!"

Tim remembered the promise that he had made to Gareth in regards to not standing up against his father, but when he felt Gareth's trembling hand hold onto his, he knew that he was not going to be able to keep it.

"Oy!"

"Leave him alone, fucktard!" Tim growled, causing Gareth to gasp softly in surprise as Brock's eyes slowly grew wide in disbelief.

"Tim…don't…" Gareth whimpered.

"You can't hurt him anymore!" Tim snarled up at Brock, ignoring Gareth as he stepped forward and narrowed his eyes angrily.

"He's your son! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he demanded. "How could you rape your own son? You're the fucking bend…"

First he saw a flash of red and then blackness as Brock's fist suddenly connected to the side of his face and Gareth cried out as Tim was thrown off of the porch and landed heavily on the ground below, senseless.

Gareth looked down at Tim in horror and was about to go to him when his father shoved him hard up against the wall, knocking the wind from him with a swift punch to his solar plexus.

Gasping for air, he fell to his knees as he hugged his chest and a moan escaped his lips as his father grabbed his hair and forced his head up to look at him.

"I always knew you were a fucking poof!" he growled dangerously. "It was obvious by how you and your mother always stuck together like fucking glue! And you liked it when me mates fucked you too! Don't think I didn't notice that! And the Territorials? They're not a real army!"

Gareth's lips trembled slightly as his chest started to tighten and hurt.

"It is…" he whispered softly. He winced as his hair was twisted painfully.

"What did you just say? Did you just talk back to me?!" his father demanded. "Do I need to show you your place again?!"

"Da'…stop it! I'm not…little anymore…" He shut his eyes tightly as his father raised his hand and the slap he was dealt banged his head against the wall, bruising his cheek as well as splitting his lip.

This was followed by three more harsh slaps to his face and soon the slapped cheek was bright red and his nose was starting to bleed.

"Don't you EVER talk to me like that again!" he snarled. "Do you understand me?!"

Gareth could feel blood dripping from his split lower lip and his nose and he slowly sucked on his lower lip, keeping his eyes shut tightly. His father shook him by his hair, making his teeth click together painfully.

"Answer me!"

Gareth spit in his face.

Slowly Brock's eyes grew wide and Gareth silently prayed to God to let him die quickly as familiar large hands wrapped themselves around his throat.

Brock lifted his son easily into the air, gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes in madness and pure rage as he proceeded to try and strangle his own son to death.

Gareth's thin legs kicked out fruitlessly, not even touching the ground anymore. He held onto his father's wrists with trembling hands and he softly gagged and gasped, helpless tears falling from his eyes.

"I will not let a failure like you continue to live and make my life miserable!" Brock hissed up at him.

Slowly his legs stopped kicking out as much and his hold on his father's wrists grew weak as his vision started to get blurry.

"I should have punched your mother's stomach harder when I found out she was pregnant with you! It would have saved me the trouble of strangling you now!"

Gareth soon stopped kicking all together as his vision went black.