HIS DADDY’S BOY.

Chapter -: 2

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‘A TRIP INTO THE PAST.’

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"Danny!" The eight-year-old jolted awake at the whacks being delivered to his ass cheeks. He shrieked and cried out in pain when his mother spanked him a lot harder that time. "You wet the bed again." She yelled, her anger so profound it made her face red. "Get out of bed and get into the bathroom!" She ordered but as he stumbled out of the drenching wetness, he heard his bedroom door flung open, and in dashed his father.

"What did you do?" He demanded angrily from his wife while rushing to grab the crying boy and carried him protectively in his embrace.

"He keeps wetting the bed at his age!" Mrs. Elaina scoffs and begins to yank the wet sheets off the bed and onto the floor. "How many times have I told you to stop drinking too many fluids before bedtime." She kept muttering to herself as she dragged the sheets off.

"Take it easy, woman, that's enough yelling," Williams ordered his wife.

"You see that?" She faced him, now her anger directed at him. "That is why he's still peeing himself. You keep pampering and treating him like a baby. He's eight for Pete's sake so stop treating him like a freaking two-year-old so he would know this is wrong and stop wetting the bed every other night!" She yelled into his face, causing Danny to whimper and cling onto his father's neck harder.

"Okay, that's enough, you're scaring him!"

"I'm scaring him?" The woman laughed bitterly. "I hate it when you treat him like this."

"It's just pee, why are you making it seem as if he's done something wrong?"

"Because he is eight and eight-year-olds shouldn't be wetting the bed whenever they fall asleep!"

"Then get diapers."

"W-What??" Elaina couldn't believe her ears. "Diapers? For an eight-year-old?"

"Isn't it because you get to wash the sheets every morning. I'll do it from here onwards so stop yelling at my son and leave him alone, he will stop wetting the bed when he is old enough to control his bladder while sleeping."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that as if I'm a bad parent!" The woman whispered her warmings. "You left us for five years and you've only been around for three and all of a sudden you're a better parent than I am?"

"I never abandoned you. I went to college and I left you in the loving care of my parents. They took great care of you even when they were ridden with illness. They made sure you lacked nothing so don't make it sound as if I abandoned my child!"

"You are so selfish! I can't believe I waited all these years to get married to an ingrate." She cried.

"It's never too late to leave, just have it in mind you're not taking him with you... I'll make sure of that."

"This is ridiculous." She huffed and walked out of the room with the sheets in her hands.

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Once she had shut the door, Williams gently sat down on the bed with the boy snuggled into his laps. "Ssshh...," he cooed, petting his back and kissing his soft hair. "It's okay, baby, I'm right here." He whispered calmly to the still crying boy. "I'm sorry I didn't get here in time to stop her from hitting you." The sniffling sounds made by his son broke his heart. "Does it still hurt?" He asked, gently massaging the cheeks. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for school." He carried him into the bathroom and there proceeded to get him ready.

Danny has always thought himself lucky to have such a father. He loved him beyond words and would protect him from anyone and anything and he, in turn, loves his father the same.

Once he turned ten he stopped peeing himself but by then, his mother and father would always be caught in heated arguments. Little things tip them both off especially when it involved him.

If she yelled at him, she was in trouble.

If she lay a finger on him, she would get the full blow.

If he fell under her supervision and hurt himself, the house was going to come crashing down on her head.

Danny would be seen sitting at the foot of the stairs watching them argue for hours.

In the end, his mother would slam her bedroom door shut and won't come out the rest of the day or night while his father would make him food, give him baths and tuck him to bed.

For his eleventh birthday, his father had bought him his first car and he doesn't even know how to drive yet. His mother thought it was a waste of money and so they had argued so much that day forgetting to get his cake from the oven until the fire alarms went off and his cake was ruined. His father apologized to him and took him out to celebrate his birthday in any place of his choice.

He remembered asking his mother if she was coming but she had simply just shaken her head and went into her room.

That night his nightmares began.

He started having different nightmares where he would see his father hurting his mother badly during an argument and then there would be so much blood he would wake up crying for help. With each night, came a different nightmare.

At first, his mother came to his rescue whenever he had those nightmares, she would wake him up and calm him down. She would sit by his bedside and wait on him to fall asleep before she left him. It comforted him a great deal knowing she was still alive whenever he woke up to her beautiful smiling face. But two weeks later his mother got tired and needed her sleep. She was exhausted from all the sleepless nights and it was then, his father began to come. He would simply come into his bedroom, scoop him up into his arms and take him back into his own bigger bed and there he would sleep until morning.

His father's embrace and room were cozy and he wondered why his mother had a separate bedroom.

Why is it that they never get to share a room?

Maybe because the house was too big with so many rooms and they wanted them to be used. They hardly got any visitors since Grandpa and Grandma died. They didn't have many relatives, none that Danny knew of. He has also never seen his mother's parents. He was told they died way before he was even born and his mother had no siblings just like his father and now him.

The three of them were all they had.

His nightmare stopped when he began to sleep in Daddy's arms and a year after that his mother sent him back to his room.

"Your nightmares stopped so tonight you're sleeping in your own bed." Mrs. Elaina had told him after dinner that evening.

Danny was the first to notice his father's nose flaring in anger and he knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded.

"I say when he can go back." He seethed and she eyed him suspiciously but Danny could see she didn't want to get into an argument with him that night.

"Williams, you should teach this boy to be independent on his own. You pamper him too much he's grown soft for a boy of his age. Always looking up to you for something he can easily do for himself. You honestly think this is the best way to raise your only son?" It was evident in her voice that she was tired of having this conversation every time knowing he never listens to her. "If your father handled you this way, I'm certain you wouldn't be able to handle his many companies nor have the slightest idea on how to run them."

"There is nothing wrong with how I train my son. He is a Boyle and he will learn the family business when he's of age and I'm certain he will do exceedingly great with the companies. Now if you would excuse me, I have to get my son ready for bed."

She watched in bitterness as he carried the sleeping boy into his arms and up the stairs.

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And just as she had feared it got worse. The pampering, the gifts, the closeness. She didn't know how to react to all of it. If she tried to talk her son out of falling asleep on his father's legs the boy would misunderstand her and she became the parent who didn't love him enough.

She carried the little sucker for nine long agonizing months and nurtured him alone for another five before his father showed up.

Her husband would ignore her completely whenever she brought up the topic of the type of parenting pattern he had chosen was best for their son and the boy loved it. Of course, he would, he didn't know any better.

Half of his friends, their parents were either divorced or parted ways due to one reason or the other and his friends lived alone with their mothers only visiting their fathers on holidays.

So, he would probably count himself lucky for such a father who loved him more than anyone else in the world. She wouldn't say she was against his love for his son but she couldn't help the woman instinct blowing red alerts in her brain at the danger that locks behind the pampering, the pet-names, and the many gifts.

At age fourteen Williams still gave Danny his baths until the woman couldn't take it anymore.

She challenged him to cease with all of it and the fight lasted longer than Danny had witnessed that night until he could no longer bear it anymore. He had pleaded with them to stop with tears running down his tired eyes. It was a school night and they wouldn't let him fall asleep with all the yelling and smashing sounds.

He disliked it when his father got angry because then he would take it out on his mother and he hated seeing his mother cry.

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