Chapter 91

Three months later - FLASHBACK: "No, no! Mom, I'm sorry! Please!" pleaded Seth, trying to protect himself against her relentless kicks. Laughter boomed from above, her amusement written all over her face. Others joined her, amused by his cries of pain and pleas to stop. They never did, on the contrary, they intensified the blows with each scream. By the time they were done, his lip had split open, his eyes were so swollen he could barely see, and his little body was covered in blood. Disappointed that he didn't make another sound, they left and went about their own business. As they went, one after another spat and hissed words at him. Words that drilled into his heart and his overly broken soul. "You're worthless. It's your fault my wife died! It's your fault! I hope you die, you piece of shit!" A man spat and stepped on his hand until a crack was heard. A soft whimper left him, his body numb from the pain. The man walked away while another woman relieved him. "How pathetic, no wonder