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Goldfishmind

Chapter 8

Tim took a deep breath and opened the door. His father sat there, he looked up and at first didn't really recognize him.

"Timothy?"

"Yes, it's me."

"You changed Timmy."

"Don't call me that. I'm not ten anymore."

"Of course not.."

—Flashback—

It was a sunny summer day, it was 7 pm and his mom was at the neighbors, drinking tea. Little Sarah was watching TV and Timothy was reading a book. His father was upstairs, at his office. Timothy knew what he was doing. Drinking.

Sarah sang with the TV. "Yeahhh!" Sarah loved that show. She turned the sound too loud.

"Sarah! Turn down the sound!"

Sarah didn't listen to her father. She actually didn't hear it. She was singing with the TV.

"Last time! Sarah turn down the sound of that annoying TV! Or I'll come down there!"

"Sarah.." Timothy whispered, trying to shush his little sister.

"jeey! YEAHHH" It wasn't even a real song.

Footsteps down the stairs.

"Sarah, now!" Tim told her. She just didn't listen.

His father came in. "You stupid kid! Why don't you listen to me?" His father yelled to his little sister. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes. She was scared. Tim stood up and stood before her.

"Dad, don't."

"Timothy, go out of my way."

"No! Just let her!"

"TIM! GO AWAY!" his father screamed.

"NO!"

He could already feel how it would feel if his father would hit him again. The second blow from his father. Pain, which almost let him pass out. Sarah yelled. While pushing Sarah away from his dad, the blow struck him and he fell on the floor, hitting the back of his head. That last blow knocked him unconscious.

Tim slowly returned to consciousness and heard his parents talking.

"James, did you hit him?" His mother asked.

"Of course not."

—End Flashback—

His father stared at his son, when he thought about his youth [flashback]. When Tim realised his father was still there and he was also in the interrogation room he looked up.

"Can I have something to drink, Tim?"

"Sure you can, just no alcohol in these rooms."

His father was hurt by these words.

"Tim, I tried to-"

"Yeah, you tried to stop of course, I felt it." Tim said with enough sarcasm.

"You're still angry about it."

"Jeez, Sherlock, how come?" Tim mumbled softly.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you Tim, what did you said?"

"Nothing. What do you want to drink?"

"Nothing. Never mind me asking."

"Okay. What happened July 4th?"

"I don't-"

"You do know what happened, now tell me, what happened?"

"He.. He wanted money from me, and tried to rob me."

"Yes, very likely." Tim mumbled.

"He hit me in my stomach and I hit him back."

"One blow can't do as much damage as he had suffered."

"Okay, it wasn't one blow, it was a small fight, I swear."

"Why did he want money from you?"

"I don't know! I-"

"You DO know why, just tell me. If you haven't noticed, I am trying to save your butt here even though you beat me up as a child. And I know you did more than just a small fight, a lot more happened. Now tell me!" Tim said, raising his voice.

His father was silent.

Tim was very angry with his father. He stood and walked to the door.

"Tim, I.."

Tim turned around looking his father in the eyes.

"I am sorry."

Tim watched as the tears fell over his father's cheeks. Now, he didn't really care. He went back to the bullpen.