HIS PRINCE CHARMING

"Please stop!" A child's voice rang out. "Do not tell me what to do, you bastard!" A woman's voice screamed out in anger. "P-Please m-mom." The child begged in a trembling voice as he cowered further into himself with his back against the falling apart cabinet in the rusty kitchen. "DO.NOT.TELL.ME.WHAT.TO.DO!" The woman screamed in anger, her voice tenfold higher in octave as the boy before her flinched violently and enters a world of panic attack. "Do not tell me what to do, Rose." The woman mumbled to herself like a mad woman as she searched around for something, not minding her son who was in a panic attack state. "Why is it empty?" She mumbled, picking up an empty beer bottle. Receiving no reply from her son, she grew livid. " I asked, WHY IS THIS EMPTY?!" She screamed out and held the bottle in a vice grip, then smashed it angrily on her son's head. Little Ross who was still in his state of panic could only hear loud ringing sound and a thick red liquid gliding down his face before all he was was black.