"You're a fucking mistake! I wish you were never born!" The boy with brown hair screamed, throwing the purple flower vase at him. The vase shattered on impact, the glass slicing through his skin, and some getting stuck. He cried in pain until his mother heard and sent the boy to his room. 

"He's a disappointment! I don't him in my house!" The father yelled. "But he's your son! You can't just disown him, he's only 13!" The mother shrieked as the father slapped her. "Don't talk back to me, bitch!" He hissed in his gruff voice. "B-Baby.." The mother looked at her son in the hall, who was holding his sheep plush and blanket, and had seen the whole thing. "Son..I-..Lets go back to bed." The father helped the mother keep her balance as he rushed to the boy. "I'll tuck you in. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He asked, ruffling his son's hair. "Mhm.." He nodded. "Why were you screaming, daddy?" He asked, frowning. "Why'd you hit mommy?" His head tilted to the side. "We were just arguing. All families do it, son. You'll do it with your wife when your older. I just got mad, and I hit her." He sighed. The father knew he had gone too far...he just couldn't see it.

"You're too loud, you talk too much!" The boy grinned, looming over his little brother, who held his plush, shaking in fear. "Die, die, die!" The boy laughed, holding up the large knife he held. "DADDY!" The smaller boy screamed in fear. The father rushed in, and grabbed his son. He threw him against the wall, forcing him to drop the knife. "I FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU'RE BATSHIT! I'M DONE WITH YOU, PACK YOUR THINGS!" He yelled at his son, dragging him into his room, and locking the door. "CALL ME WHEN YOUR SHIT IS PACKED!" He spat. He ran back into his sons room, who was shaking and crying. 

He picked up his little boy and held him to his chest. "Son...Did he hurt you?" The father pulled his son away from him. He shook his head no, sniffling. "It's okay...Lets go dance. You love to dance, don't you?" The father knew the boy wanted to be a dancer. He thought it a bit queer, but supported his child anyway. He knew he wanted to be an actor as well, and fully supported that one, always buying him cameras, outfits and puppets so he could record himself with the puppets. 

The boy wiped his eyes and nodded. "I bought you a new outfit yesterday, wanna dance in it? I'll put on music, and I'll even dance with you." The father smiled, trying to not traumatize his son with the past events. The boy hopped to his feet and smiled wide. "I love you, daddy!" The father smiled, ruffling his hair. "I love you too, my little sheep."

(Sorry that this took so long I broke up with my boyfriend cause of reasons and now I'm single so yeah there's that but I'll try to post the rest of the story that they already wrote on here today)