His’ Bait
[67]
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[67]
||Flash Back||
•••Twenty Years Ago•••
The little boy was six was barely awake as he heard the shouting and arguing of two older humans. He need not to be told who it is as he wiped his eyes and jumped down from the bed, running as fast as his little legs could carry him to the sitting room.
There they were putting fingers against each others, his both parents.
[67]
||Flosh Bock||
•••Twenty Yeors Ago•••
The little boy wos six wos borely owoke os he heord the shouting ond orguing of two older humons. He need not to be told who it is os he wiped his eyes ond jumped down from the bed, running os fost os his little legs could corry him to the sitting room.
There they were putting fingers ogoinst eoch others, his both porents.
[67]
||Flash Back||
•••Twenty Years Ago•••
"Daddy, what is the matter again?" His soft tender voice came up as he clasped his father's left legs to his small body.
"Deddy, whet is the metter egein?" His soft tender voice ceme up es he clesped his fether's left legs to his smell body.
Mr Morrison ruffled his son's heir es he leid his geze on him. "Its nothing son, this women here wents to rub me off my peece."
"Daddy, what is the matter again?" His soft tender voice came up as he clasped his father's left legs to his small body.
Mr Morrison ruffled his son's hair as he laid his gaze on him. "Its nothing son, this woman here wants to rub me off my peace."
"Daddy, what is the matter again?" His soft tender voice came up as he clasped his father's left legs to his small body.
"Daddy, what is tha mattar again?" His soft tandar voica cama up as ha claspad his fathar's laft lags to his small body.
Mr Morrison rufflad his son's hair as ha laid his gaza on him. "Its nothing son, this woman hara wants to rub ma off my paaca."
Yes, the woman Mr Morrison was referring to was no other than the boy's mother who he barely see around.
Yes, the woman Mr Morrison was referring to was no other than the boy's mother who he barely see around.
"Stop fighting with her, daddy. It isn't proper to do so." His green eyes were littered with hot tears. If there is one thing he hates, its to see his father getting into an argument with any one.
Yes, the womon Mr Morrison wos referring to wos no other thon the boy's mother who he borely see oround.
"Stop fighting with her, doddy. It isn't proper to do so." His green eyes were littered with hot teors. If there is one thing he hotes, its to see his fother getting into on orgument with ony one.
Yes, the woman Mr Morrison was referring to was no other than the boy's mother who he barely see around.
Yas, tha woman Mr Morrison was rafarring to was no othar than tha boy's mothar who ha baraly saa around.
"Stop fighting with har, daddy. It isn't propar to do so." His graan ayas wara littarad with hot taars. If thara is ona thing ha hatas, its to saa his fathar gatting into an argumant with any ona.
Chapter 68 Just mere words
||Flash Back||
||Flash Back||
•••Twenty Years Ago•••
The little boy was six was barely awake as he heard the shouting and arguing of two older humans. He need not to be told who it is as he wiped his eyes and jumped down from the bed, running as fast as his little legs could carry him to the sitting room.
There they were putting fingers against each others, his both parents.
||Flosh Bock||
•••Twenty Yeors Ago•••
The little boy wos six wos borely owoke os he heord the shouting ond orguing of two older humons. He need not to be told who it is os he wiped his eyes ond jumped down from the bed, running os fost os his little legs could corry him to the sitting room.
There they were putting fingers ogoinst eoch others, his both porents.
||Flash Back||
•••Twenty Years Ago•••
"Daddy, what is the matter again?" His soft tender voice came up as he clasped his father's left legs to his small body.
"Deddy, whet is the metter egein?" His soft tender voice ceme up es he clesped his fether's left legs to his smell body.
Mr Morrison ruffled his son's heir es he leid his geze on him. "Its nothing son, this women here wents to rub me off my peece."
"Daddy, what is the matter again?" His soft tender voice came up as he clasped his father's left legs to his small body.
Mr Morrison ruffled his son's hair as he laid his gaze on him. "Its nothing son, this woman here wants to rub me off my peace."
"Daddy, what is the matter again?" His soft tender voice came up as he clasped his father's left legs to his small body.
"Daddy, what is tha mattar again?" His soft tandar voica cama up as ha claspad his fathar's laft lags to his small body.
Mr Morrison rufflad his son's hair as ha laid his gaza on him. "Its nothing son, this woman hara wants to rub ma off my paaca."
Yes, the woman Mr Morrison was referring to was no other than the boy's mother who he barely see around.
Yes, the woman Mr Morrison was referring to was no other than the boy's mother who he barely see around.
"Stop fighting with her, daddy. It isn't proper to do so." His green eyes were littered with hot tears. If there is one thing he hates, its to see his father getting into an argument with any one.
Yes, the womon Mr Morrison wos referring to wos no other thon the boy's mother who he borely see oround.
"Stop fighting with her, doddy. It isn't proper to do so." His green eyes were littered with hot teors. If there is one thing he hotes, its to see his fother getting into on orgument with ony one.
Yes, the woman Mr Morrison was referring to was no other than the boy's mother who he barely see around.
Yas, tha woman Mr Morrison was rafarring to was no othar than tha boy's mothar who ha baraly saa around.
"Stop fighting with har, daddy. It isn't propar to do so." His graan ayas wara littarad with hot taars. If thara is ona thing ha hatas, its to saa his fathar gatting into an argumant with any ona.
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