April 1892

Cal was now ten years old, he was in his bedroom, lying across the floor drawing, it was something he loved to do, however his father hated Cal's—hobby. Nathan had always taught him that no REAL man drew things as a living; they got up and did real jobs.

"Caledon!" Nathan yelled. "Get out here this second!"

Cal sighed loudly and rolled his eyes as he got up off the floor.

"What the hell do you want?" Cal said under his breath as he walked to the door of his room. Yes Cal was a curser at his young age, but hey, he learned it from his father. He walked out of his bedroom and saw his mother sitting on the sofa, looking worriedly at him, while his father was pacing back and forth in the living room, with an angry look. Cal stood in front of his father, Cal's black, silky hair falling into his black, roundly shaped eyes, his black overalls overtop of his black shirt. Cal was the only cute and adorable kid in all of Boston. If it had been the 21st century, Cal would be in commercials as a cute and adorable child actor with his adorable kid child looks. Cal blinked at his father with a confused look.

"Yes father," Cal said in a low tone, a tone that had a hint of fear. Cal never knew what to expect from his father.

"Caledon, WHAT did I tell you about giving the servants money!" Nathan yelled angrily.

Cal sighed and looked down at the floor with a frown. Good GOD, he was sick of his father.

"Father, I don't understand," Cal said. "Why can't I repay them for the work they're doing. They're not as bad as you make them out to be, father and—and you treat them as if they're nobodies and their not. They're people too and great people."

Nathan's eyes widened with anger at Cal, and immediately Nathan slapped Cal hard in the face, making Cal almost lose his balance. Cal gasped and held his burning, red face where his father had slapped him, and Cal looked at Nathan with shock and horror-filled eyes. While Laura turned her head at that moment, as tears filled her eyes. She couldn't speak up against Nathan, because in two years, she had learned to keep her mouth shut, and let herself be controlled by him—for fear if she didn't, she'd be beaten.

"What you said is THE most ridiculous thing I have EVER heard of Caledon!" Nathan yelled.

Cal looked down at the floor with a hurt expression, as big tears filled his eyes, his chin quivered; he was on the verge of breaking down and crying.

Nathan looked at Cal and smirked. Nathan loved breaking Cal down to tears. Nathan loved controlling Cal that way.

"Aww, you're going to cry now, Cal, hmm?" Nathan asked with a smirk. "You're going to cry like a sissy now?"

Cal shook his head slowly as he wiped streaming tears away, staring down at the floor, holding his look of hurt on his face.

Nathan sighed and grabbed Cal by the arm and pulled him to the table in the kitchen. Cal winced at the pain Nathan was putting into Cal's shoulder as he grabbed it. Nathan sat Cal down in a chair and then he sat down in a chair, himself, beside him. Nathan sighed and stared at Cal, as Cal refused to look into Nathan's eyes, for fear.

"Son, you have to understand," Nathan said in a low voice. "Those people are below you, beneath you. God didn't create them to be treated equal. God created them to be servants for us, and because of that, we don't HAVE to treat them with respect or—or with kindness, because that's not what they were created for, they weren't created to accept that. Don't you see?"

Cal frowned and blinked moderately and looked up at his father.

"So do you mean, we don't have to be nice to them? We should just treat them mean, because its how they're to be treated?"

Nathan laughed loudly.

"Yes son!" Nathan said with ridiculous joy. "Exactly, they're nothing more than gutter rat trash and they're actually to be honest with you, a sin against nature and God, because they're so poor and destitute, so it's our JOB to treat them as if they're nothing more than gutter rat trash, Caledon. If we treat them any other way, than we're being disobedient to God and to nature."

Cal nodded with understanding, Cal was too young to realize he was being brainwashed to believe such garbage from his father.

"I understand now, father. I do—really." Cal said with a warm tone. "You didn't explain it like that before, mommy said I should be nice and be friends with people—no matter what class they're from, but now I understand. I'm sorry."

Nathan smiled and hugged his son and sighed.

"Its fine, son, oh and don't call your mother 'mommy' anymore." Nathan warned with a stern tone. "You're not a child anymore."

Cal frowned.

"But I am still a child," Cal said in a low voice. "I'm only ten—"

"You are NOT a child any longer, Caledon," Nathan said sternly. "You will call your mother 'mother' not 'mommy', do you understand?"

Cal looked at his father with disappointment and nodded slowly.

"Yes father, I understand." Cal said in a disappointed, low voice.

Cal got up and walked away to his room, while Laura looked on from where she was sitting on the sofa, with tears in her eyes. Nathan was training Cal to be a snobbish, rude, young man and there was nothing Laura could do about it.