Disbelief

“Welcome, mother.” Harriet hugged Stacy as soon as she opened the door. She arrived at the house exactly one hour after the phone call. If it wasn't for the regular New York traffic, she would have been there earlier.

“Hello, my dear. Is everything alright with you guys?” Stacy had no intentions of beating around the bush. She knew that something was wrong, and she was determined to find out.

Harriet gave no reply, but she led her to the living room where Damien was waiting. Immediately Stacy saw him, a scream left her lips and she rushed to him, holding his head as she accessed the bandage on his head.

“What happened to you?” She asked while trying to fight off the tears that were already brimming in her eyes.

“We uhh…we have something to tell you, mother.” Harriet said and sat directly opposite them, rubbing her arms nervously.

“You should. It is very obvious that something is wrong,” Stacy wiped her tears and turned to Harriet. “Who did this to my son?” She balled her fist in anger,