THWAP the stinging bark of the switch hits the boys skin. THWAP, THWAP THWAP THWAP THWAP "don't cry, you fucking baby!" the man shouts at the seven year old. "S-s-sorry sir.." the child sniveled holding the tears inside. THWAP "For good measure" the man said putting the stick down. "Get to your room, and don't ever argue back again."  the boy stands up and pulls his pants up. "Y-yes sir," he snivels. He gets into his room and locks the door, he pulls out the picture of the girl he likes he nicked from someone's locker and stared at her, letting the tears drop from his eyes. There's a riggle at the door knob. "Locked?!" the man shouts. "Oh boy you little FUCK! I'm coming in there and finding out what you're doing!" the man shouts as the kid stands up scrambling to hide the picture, but too late, the man slams the door down off the hinges, "Ahh, masturbating.. you little pervert, You're not even ten!" he shouts slapping the back of the boys head with and open hand THWACK "N-no, it's my friend.." the boy sobs. "BULLSHIT!" the man shouts. THWACK skin hitting hair.
the next day the kid walks into school.
"How was your weekend?" the teacher asks.
"Great" the boy lies, plastering a fake smile on his face, a smile that becomes famous later on.