When Erik was only eight he was unfortunate enough to be robbed of something precious ,his family, someone who would love and protect him no matter what he did...
"Come on Erik," his foster mother called from downstairs. His light brown hair slightly rustled when he let out an annoyed sigh.
[i]"I don't know why she even bothers to keep me here,she doesn't care what happens to me as long as I do whatever she says,"Erik thought to himself grimly.[i] He walked silently and obediently down the carpeted stairs to stand before his foster father...
"Susan, get this boy a haircut while you're out,he looks like a girl," his foster father complained.
" I didn't know I had a foster sister," Ethan teased adding to the fuel that fed his boiling rage.
"I have a name," Erik mumbled under his breath.
"What did you say?" his 'father' demanded.
"Don't do this Jared, the boy likes his hair long leave him be," Susan ordered.Jared's hand struck her across the face, he raised his hand to strike her again but Erik intercepted the slap.
"Don't hit her," Erik growled. Jared laughed and wrenched his wrist from Erik's steely grip.
"What are you going to do about it?" Jared demanded.
"Enough!" Susan screamed before the two could start throwing punches.
"Get the boy a hair cut while you're out," Jared ordered and walked away into the living room followed by his son.
As soon as they were in the blue Ford Escape Erik looked at the red hand print that covered half of her face...
"You should get away from him," Erik commented. Susan looked at him incredulously.
"Was that not enough of a demonstration that he would kill me if I tried to leave him?" she demanded sounding more like a wounded child than a mature adult.
"I wouldn't let him do that," Erik returned.
"Why do you care?" Susan demanded.
"I've seen a lot of things in my life, a lot of ugly things," Erik answered. Susan wasn't going to let it alone.
"What things?" she inquired.
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