CRASH!

 

The boy put his hands over his head as his father slammed the beer bottle on the table close to his head.

 

Paul, the boy’s father, had just gotten back from another drunk night at Peter's pub. It was a sports fanatic infested, smoke ridden cesspit, Paul's kinda place.(edited)

Of course Paul used to be a kind and gentle father and husband.

 

Of course, once being innocent doesn't spare you from what you deserve.

 

"Stop it!" The boy said.

 

"I thought I told you to get OUT!" Shouted Paul.

 

"I can't! I don't have anywhere to go!"

 

"GET OUT!" He repeated.

 

Paul easily 6'3 raised another full beer bottle and brought it down on the boys head with tremendous force shattering it everywhere.

 

"GET OUT!" He said again.

 

"Stop it!" said the boy.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Paul said as he grabbed yet another bottle.

 

"STOP IT!!!!!!"

 

A brilliant light surged through the room temporarily blinding Paul. His whole body felt warm as he regained his sight. At first he thought he was hallucinating from the alcohol because the light was emanating from his boy's eyes and mouth. He squinted and opened his eyes again, the brilliant light was still surging out of his boy.

 

Then the warmth turned into something terrible feeling. He started shaking from the sheer excruciating pain. His insides felt like fire, his eyes felt like acid. He pulled his arm up to strike his boy with the beer bottle and stop the pain, he HAD to stop the pain.

 

But there was a problem, his hand wasn't attached to him anymore... It was lying on the ground. It had somehow turned to ash, still clutching the bottle. He looked at his legs to see he had none. The ash was slowly creeping up his body toward his face.

 

Paul was going to die.

 

He looked in his boys eyes one last time to see... It wasn't his son.

 

There was something else inside him, something he hadn’t seen before, a darkness so powerful, so evil.

 

All it wanted was death.

 

These were his last thoughts as he faded into dust.

 

Hours passed

 

The boy opened his eyes the next morning and called for his father. No answer.

 

He called again...

 

He looked up at the pile of ash and instantly his brain was filled with the memories that were the night before...

 

He was about to cry when something came over him... all the pain this man put him through, all the tears.

 

He smiled.

 

"Good riddance" said Carter.