To a ten year old, a smack is a smack.
"Child of Satan!" The older man's hand struck his face like a blunt knife. It didn't pierce the skin, but he still cried out in pain. She shuddered, unable to think of anything but the sound of skin hitting skin.
To a ten year old, tears running down boys' cheeks are just plain odd.
"Stop crying, you fool!" The rubber sole of his boot struck the boy's side, causing him to cry. But it wasn't a loud, wailing sob like what she had heard from her younger cousins. It was more of a hiss. Like he was trying to contain the pain he was feeling. Normally, she laughed at men and boys who cried. It was silly and childish.
To a ten year old, suddenly finding a similarity in someone you never cared about is like winning the jackpot.
"You know what'll happen if you do that fire trick again, boy?"
"No sir." He said, void of emotion.
"I'll tell you what'll happen." The man's coal black eyes boar holes into his pale skin. "The street will become your home, and you'll have to deal with the street urchins, druggies, and drunkards alike." The boy's lips moved, mouthing a silent prayer that she didn't recognize. Then, without warning, his hands became a blaze of fire. Crackling fire that radiated from his palms and made beads of sweat form on her forehead.
"I already live with a drunkard!" He hissed, pushing the man in the chest. "And my life's been hell because you had a fling with some street urchin druggie and she ended up pregnant with, with this child of Satan you call your son!" Fire spread across the man's shirt and onyo his skin. The smell of burning flesh soon filled the room.
"Who cares
"Child of Satan!" The older man's hand struck his face like a blunt knife. It didn't pierce the skin, but he still cried out in pain. She shuddered, unable to think of anything but the sound of skin hitting skin.
To a ten year old, tears running down boys' cheeks are just plain odd.
"Stop crying, you fool!" The rubber sole of his boot struck the boy's side, causing him to cry. But it wasn't a loud, wailing sob like what she had heard from her younger cousins. It was more of a hiss. Like he was trying to contain the pain he was feeling. Normally, she laughed at men and boys who cried. It was silly and childish.
To a ten year old, suddenly finding a similarity in someone you never cared about is like winning the jackpot.
"You know what'll happen if you do that fire trick again, boy?"
"No sir." He said, void of emotion.
"I'll tell you what'll happen." The man's coal black eyes boar holes into his pale skin. "The street will become your home, and you'll have to deal with the street urchins, druggies, and drunkards alike." The boy's lips moved, mouthing a silent prayer that she didn't recognize. Then, without warning, his hands became a blaze of fire. Crackling fire that radiated from his palms and made beads of sweat form on her forehead.
"I already live with a drunkard!" He hissed, pushing the man in the chest. "And my life's been hell because you had a fling with some street urchin druggie and she ended up pregnant with, with this child of Satan you call your son!" Fire spread across the man's shirt and onyo his skin. The smell of burning flesh soon filled the room.
"Who cares
