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"B-But no, why did you hit my mommy?!" The six year old boy whimpered to his dad, earning himself a hard slap onto his face.

"Stop fucking crying, you are a boy you can't be shedding no tear like you some type of bitch, you hear me?" The father hovered his height over his son, winning dominance.

"Now get ya soft ass on," and with that, Horace did as told, taking off in embarrassment.

© A NARDO WICK FANFICTION.