Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 143253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 716(@200wpm)___ 573(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 716(@200wpm)___ 573(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
“What’s wrong?”
Alannah didn’t look away from our son. “D’you want to tell ‘im or should I?”
Kailen peeked up at his mom, then looked at me and dropped his head instantly.
“Fine,” my wife clipped and turned to face me. “He didn’t help me with dinner when I asked ‘im to because he was too busy playin’ on his phone. I took it off ‘im and told ‘im to help me, and he told me to piss off and do it meself.”
My eyes widened as I moved around my wife. Kailen tensed as I reached for him and fisted the fabric at the collar of his sweater. I hauled him out of the room, down the hallway, and into the living room. He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t struggle. He just walked with me and clasped his hands together and rested them on his knees when I sat him down on the couch across from me.
“Wait,” he yelped when he saw me reach for the belt on my jeans. “Please, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” I repeated. “You’re suddenly sorry because you don’t wanna get belted?”
Kailen swallowed. “I didn’t mean to snap at ‘er. I was arguin’ with someone, and she spoke to me at the wrong time, and I took my anger out on ‘er. I saw the look on ‘er face when I said what I did, and I feel like shite, Da. I’m sorry.”
I set my jaw. “I don’t stand for anyone disrespecting my wife. Just because you’re my child doesn’t mean you get a pass. Get your ass up.”
Kailen hesitated but got to his feet and turned away from me before I had to ask him to. He hadn’t needed to be whooped in months, but he still knew the drill. He pushed his sweatpants down to his thighs revealing his boxers and balled his hands into fists as he waited. I removed my belt and wasted no time in punishing him. I swatted his backside five times, then told him to pull his pants up and sit back down. He did so as I replaced my belt, and I didn’t miss the tension on his face as he slowly sat down. I knew he ass was on fire, and I wanted him to remember that was what happened when he disrespected his parents.
“Now,” I said, sitting down across from him, “who were you arguing with?”
Kailen didn’t answer me.
“I can go and get your phone—”
“It’s no one ye’ know,” he interrupted. “He’s just a ... friend.”
I raised a brow. “I know all your friends.”
“Not this one.”
I waited for him to continue.
“Da, I don’t wanna talk to ye’ about ‘im.”
That hurt my feelings a little bit because this was the first time he had ever said that to me. Usually, Kailen could talk to me about anything, so this made me think something was really wrong for him to keep it from me.
“Why not?”
“Because I just don’t.”
I grunted. “Kailen, what aren’t you telling me? You haven’t been yourself these past few months, you act out, and you constantly have an attitude. What the hell is going on to make you so angry all the time? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong, son.”
My child locked his grey eyes on mine, and seconds of silence ticked by, then out of nowhere, he began to cry.
“Kailen?” I frowned. “Did I hit you too hard?”
I instantly felt sick. I had meant to punish him for being disrespectful to his mother, but I didn’t mean to cause him actual pain.
“No,” Kailen choked, frantically wiping at his eyes. “It’s not that.”
I got to my feet and sat next to him, putting my arm around his shoulder.
“Kai, what’s wrong?”
He turned his body to mine and wrapped his arms around me, placing his face against my neck and sobbed. My heart began to beat fast, and adrenaline flowed through my veins. I was sick with worry now, and I had no idea what to do other than comfort my child.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “Whatever is it that has you this upset, it’s going to be okay. I promise.”
Kailen cried harder and squeezed me tight. I said nothing further; I just held him and waited for him to calm down enough to speak. This took at least five minutes.
“I’m scared to tell ye’.”
I leaned back from him and used my thumbs to wipe away tears from his face. He looked so much like my brother Dominic that it freaked me out. I knew that meant he looked like me, but when I looked at Kailen, he reminded so much of my brother ... just with my white hair.
“Don’t be scared,” I told him. “Don’t ever be scared to tell me anything, okay?”
Kailen sniffled and he nodded. “It’s ... it’s about a relationship I’m in.”
That was news to me. He was only twelve.