He sits in his room, happy and sequestered. His disposition's in remission as he passes off the past. The family stays outside his door, he blocks them out and dreams of times without domestic violence and alcoholic scenes. Suppertime has come, the smell beckons him outside but his room serves as the safe zone, the place his father never tried. But he knows when he comes out of there alcohol and temper fill up dad's brain. A small mistake, his father breaks, and soon the boy knows his pain. Farther beast and throws him from one room to the next. He treats him like an offal, destroys his self-respect. The punches don't hurt as bad, as far as his body goes, but his feelings last much longer than a broken nose. This happens almost every night, this start out all fine. Pretend like nothing ever happened till dad hits the wine. He starts out all jovial until someone finds the nerve to question him. This is where it all begins, violence, rage an evil grin… The boy is now in jail where he'll spend his coming days and it's all because of daddy and his vitriolic ways. Because later one night, when his daddy went to rest, the little boy could take no more and stabbed his dad to death.