Cole took a nice relaxing breath.
It was either make it or break it here. He didn’t want to end up like his
father, he grew up being beaten so why shouldn’t he beat his own son? Cole
realized it was wrong. He had a tough day at work and stopped at the bar on his
way home, his brain had been in a haze
and he didn’t know what he was doing. One moment he’s opening the door to get
home, luckily he didn’t crash being the drunk driver he is, and the next he’s
got his son on the floor his belt raised high. The anger he had hidden inside
was rising up to the surface. He didn’t even
do anything. Cole thought. Cole’s son, Ed, was crying on the floor. If I start now, I’ll never be able to stop. He extend a hand to help his sobbing son off
the floor. “Dad? What was that all about?” Six year old Ed asked.
“When I was a kid, I was very angry
at the world, mostly because I was beaten by my father. That’s why I’ve tried
to make you as feel as loved as possible.” That’s when Cole proceeded to tell
his son his life changing journey and the people who helped him through it.
Almost as if on cue, right when
Cole finishes speaking the doorbell rings. “Looks like your Uncle Peter is
here!” Exclaimed Cole with a grin on his face.
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