I press my ear up to the door. The muffled screams become more clear but make no sense. "You can't do that to him! He's only 8!" A woman's voice shrieks in anger. "Well he should've listened. The rule applies to everyone. Not just adults." A man says with his deep voices stern. "Fine then I'll go with him." "Linda! You know you can't. Once you leave you can't come back but he can." I pull away from the door seconds before it bursts open. The woman storms out tears streaming down her face. I look up at her confused. The man walks out behind her stopping at the door. He looks at her then turns back to go back into the room. He stops noticing me on the ground slightly hiding. "Come inside Marcus. We need to talk." His voice was now soft and pure. Without any taste of anger left in it. I stood up and took his hand to follow him in. He closed the door softly behind us. The room was his study. It had a desk, some books and a bit of lighting. He put me on a chair then sat in the one across from me. "Now Marcus.." He paused and looked down to be contemplating. "What you heard you cannot tell anyone. When people come here they come to speak in private." He folds his hands and lays them on his desk. "They mostly talk about things that they aren't allowed to repeat. I must make it clear to you how important it is that you don't say a word. Do you understand?" He looked at me with soft eyes patiently waiting. I look up at him and nod my head.
That night when I was laying in bed my eyes were wide open, wondering who they could've been talking about. I didn't know that woman so I wasn't sure if it was her son or not. My thoughts kept swirling around and counting sheep couldn't relax me.
I was shaken awake. My vision blurred I look around the room to find my dad's worried face looking right back at me. "Come! We must hurry." He whispers to me and grabs my arm pulling me out of bed. He drags me out of the back door of the house into the dark moist woods. with the moon still high in the sky we use the small amount of light to navigate our path. My dad walks carefully not to step on any sticks or leaves. He occasionally looks back making sure we aren't followed. The fear I see in his eyes whenever he looks back is a look I've never seen on my fathers face before. Once I had fully waken up the fear set in me. What if I am that boy they were talking about, or what if that woman was so mad she sent someone to hurt my dad. Whatever it was I knew that I was in danger and all i could hope was that whatever it was I would be able to make it out.
My father sits on a log across from me looking at me with an almost disappointed look. "Who did you tell?" Anger has once again entered his voice. "No..No one.." I stutter back unsure when I would've gotten the chance. "Don't lie to me boy! Who did you tell!" He stood up with now raging anger on his face. He looked like a snake ready to jump and bite. "I..I paa...pa...promise." I hold on to my seat now terrified of my father. He walks up to me and tightly grips my arm making pain pierce through. He makes a fist and raises it above me. I shut my eyes trying to prepare myself for what would happen next. "You will pay for your loose tongue boy!" He yells at me causing me to flinch. Suddenly I fill his grip loosen and I look up to see him collapsed on the ground with an arrow in his chest. I look around the surrounding woods to see no one around. Tears fill up my eyes. I look down and my father who had terror welded into his face. My tears become uncontrollable. Both fear and relief inside. I put my face in my hands then fill a tap on my shoulder. I turn back to see a man staring down at me. "Are you okay?" I shake my head and look down at my father. "He can't hurt you anymore. If you come with me no one will ever hurt you again." The man holds out his hand. I look at him then at my father once more. I reach for the mans hand and we head in the woods towards the way the man came from. "So boy what is your name?" His voice is cheery and light causing a bit of comfort. "Ma... Ma.. Marcus.." I nervously put my hand in my pocket wondering if my decision was correct. "Well nice to meet you Marcus. My name is Peter."