Beaten

His brown eyes stared straight into his father’s, they were fierce, angry as he always was…no, it wasn’t anger, it was disappointment.

Alexander knew he would never be enough for his father, he knew that he would never be good enough...But he tried, he tried so fucking hard everyday just to hear one encouragement from the man.

“Again!”

That one word has pushed him over the edge so many times, literally.

Alexander stood under the falling snow, shirtless and a gun in his hand. His entire frame shaking from the cold.

He stood in front of fifteen dogs, each chained to individual poles and each of them raised personally by him since he was five years old.

Alexander’s thirteen-year-old body shivered and his teeth chattered uncontrollably. He was dripping wet, from head to toe…his brown hair matted to his forehead and he resisted the urge to heave as his stomach felt hollow.

This was his fifth try today, the first to fourth ended up with him getting three hard punches to his stomach, his f