CHILD TRAUMA

 Somehow, in ways which do not seem understandable and which Jerald could not seem to comprehend, he found the young lady, Angela riding with them as she was seated with his boss at the back staring out the window, while his boss, Christian had his eyes on her the whole time like he was trying to understand her as they were driving back to the house they just left. Jerald did not know what was going on but he did not - rather, he dared not speak a thing.

 Christian was rather intrigued by this small but bold woman. He was wondering why she said strange things to him and why he wanted to know about the strange things she kept talking about. Christ? who could that be? She also talked about Jesus. He was asking himself why he should know this two people and she seemed like she wanted him to know about them and he also wanted to for some weird reason. He turned away from her and also began to stare out the window. 

 Nature was beautiful, no lie, but he did not find any beauty in it. He had stayed way too long in the dark to think of light and beauty. He could not even consider it at all. 

15 YEARS AGO

 Christian felt the cold water being poured on him and he instantly woke up from his sleep due to the cold as the goose bumps appeared on his skin. He looked up to see three men holding big empty buckets which content had been downed on him. He wanted to glare at them and scream in their faces, but his frail body could not take on the big guys and they would beat him till he was on the brink of death. The only thing he could do was shut up and endure it.

 The big boss slowly walked into the room and came to stand in front of him. "Christian" He called him slowly as he bent down to his level. Christian replied "godfather" and the don smiled.

 This was Don Alfod. The one who led the Ring and the one who ruined Christian. He took Christian as his favorite because he saw himself in him. That evil, villainous spirit. That type of mind that wished to do evil to the ones who wronged him. He wished to grow that child and make him his son. He wanted to bring up the child in his way, thus, ruining his life.

 Christian stared up at Alfod who was smiling at him and could not help the feeling of wanting to tear him apart. He did not want to feel that way, but he also could not help but feel that way. Something just kept pushing the monster that was really never in him out. 

 He glared directly into Alfod's eyes and got slapped hard by the don. His face whipped harshly to the side that he definitely heard a crack from his neck. Alfod laughed maniacally as he straightened up and his voice resounded in the whole room "Don't try to come after me when you're not strong enough to beat me down, son" 

 Christian hated it whenever Alfod called him son. It always made his blood boil, "Don't call me son. I'm not your damn son, you stupid pig. My name is Christian" He screamed, but then he got slapped again by one of the men in the room.

 The more he spoke, the more Alfod laughed. When he was done talking, Alfod spoke up "You see, son" He laid emphasis on the word 'son' "You got your insults wrong. I'm not a pig, I'm way too fit for that" and Alfod was not bluffing. Even at his age of 51, his body and face was telling a totally different story and Christian could see that clearly. But he did not care. 

 "And you are my son. If I say you are my son, then you are. Whether you like it or not. So either roll with it or you roll with it. Hmmm?" Alfod said to his face not smiling at all this time. Christian decided to try a different approach on things "If I'm your son, why can't you treat me nicely" His voice turned soft like he felt sad. It only made Alfod like him more. He laughed and looked up at the other men in the room "He's scheming. The little ten year old boy is scheming" And then he looked down at Christian "I'm not a normal father Christian. I'm that father that'll bring out the monster in you. So buckle up" Alfod patted his back twice and left the room.