Like Father Like Son (writer's block is a curse!)

Chapter One

A/N: this story is just a test to see if an audience likes it, so if you like it comment or vote, just so I know cause I’ll just write a different story otherwise. So please vote or comment cause that would be so helpful!!

Xxx F

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2001

Zach’s P.O.V.

Smack

His hand whips across her beautiful face, her head snaps to the side, her deep auburn hair covering her face.

I watch as she brings a delicate pale trembling hand to her face trying to cover the now livid red hand print.

The dark haired man in front of her yells in her face

I can’t make sense of what he is saying; I’m too focused on the woman that stands in front of him, tears streaming down red, bruised and scratched face. She was the image of broken perfection.

I ran into the room, I couldn’t stand watching the man yell at the woman

I ran up to the man and tugged on his gray trouser leg

“Daddy, why are you hitting mummy?’

The man stopped his yelling

He looked down into my bright green eyes, his face growing slack

The woman bent down on one knee in front of me

She stroked my dark hair back from my face and her big green eyes looked softly into mine

“Mummy’s okay baby, go to bed, I’ll be there in a minute’ she said softly

I threw my tiny arms around her neck and buried my face in her hair. She stroked my back softly and murmured softly in my ear.

I pulled back and turned to the tall dark man in front of me

“Please don’t hurt mummy, daddy...please”

My mother stood up to face the man

“Please Jake, can we not fight. Not now.” She said in a soft voice, her pale hands gesturing to me

My father looked at me, his cold dark eyes warming as he looked at me

“Zach, go to bed your mother will be in, in a minute”

“Okay daddy, goodnight” I said in a small voice as I left the room

I had gone two steps outside the door when I heard another slap

I turned around and looked through the crack in the door.

I saw my mother with her head in her hands trembling with my father towering over her.

“I swear Jake, I swear it wasn’t true! Please....Please believe me” her voice cracked at the end with the arrival of new tears tumbling down her face like diamonds.                                              

The man raised his hand and whipped it across her face again

“You stupid whore!! You expect me to believe you after what you did to me? You have humiliated and disgraced me in front of my friends and colleagues you stupid woman”

I ran into the room and threw myself at my mother

“DADDY, DADDY DON’T! PLEASE ......PLEASE DON’T HURT MUMMY!!” I screamed

I screamed and screamed.......I just kept screaming.....

2010

Harper‘s P.O.V.

I watched from the room across the hall as a tall dark haired boy threw himself at his mum, trying to protect her from the man’s brutal blows.

Then the boy started screaming and screaming for his Father to stop his blows upon the fragile and broken woman.

Unable to take it anymore I opened the door all the way and ran across the lushly carpeted hall and into the chaotic room.

I ran up to the 16year old boy and pulled him off his mother and drew him into a tight hug.

The beautiful woman stood up slowly and faced the terrifying face of the man.

“Th-th-this isn’t you Jake please listen to me” she said stuttering

“This isn’t over Isabelle, I will find out the truth, then you will really be sorry” he spat fury and hurt filled his eyes

He turned around without another glace at his wife or son and slammed the door shut making the chandelier shake.

None moved nor spoke

A moment later we heard heavy footsteps moving towards the door. Then the front door slammed with enough force that it was a wonder the door didn’t fall off its hinges. I let go of the boy who was trembling violently.

Isabelle got up off the floor, brushed the auburn curls away from her face and rubbing her bright green eyes that match her sons and came and stood in front of me.

“Thank you Harper, look out for my boy....please” her voice was so soft I had to strain to hear it

I nodded, I couldn’t speak after what I had just witnessed.

She walked over to the boy and kissed his forehead

“I love you darling, always and forever”

Then she too turned around and left the room

I waited until I heard her footsteps at the top of the stairs until I turned to the boy beside me

“Zach?” I said hesitantly

The guy coughed

“Zach, do-do you want to stay at my place tonight?” I asked stuttering slightly

The boys large wet eyes met my hazel ones

“ummm---ok- k-ay, and Harper?” his voice was weak and scratchy from screaming and crying

“Yes?” I said gently

“I don’t ever want to talk about this” he said turning his face away

I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t promise anything

I took his dark hand in my olive one and we followed the footsteps of his father and walked out the door hand in hand. Away from the pain and the tears.