Little Michael cowered in the corner of the room, tears streaming down his chubby face. He whimpered pitifully. He apologized and begged for forgiveness.
He hadn't meant to forget to pick up the liquor from the shady man near the house. He didn't mean to forget to pick up the cigarettes from the man behind the store.
But he did.
So out came Daddy with his special friend Belt, wanting to play their little game.
And as black spots clung to the corners of his vision, the abyss wrapped it's warm grasp around Michael and pulled him into oblivion.