Gone Away

-Daddy, Where were you last night?- Asked Little Johnny, while his father was going through the hall.Those are kinda questions you mustn't ask Henry Dutton. The man was standing seriously in front of the kid, a bottle of whiskey in the right hand and a deep cut carelessly covered in the other. -Cigarettes- he answered walking in the kitchen and sitting next to the table. He took off his jacket, showing another bloody wound on the left side. -Daddy, What did you do?- Insisted Johnny, coming closer and closer to him. The kid was unable to mind his own buisness, and completely not afraid of that situation -Daddy, you need a doctor!- Johnny screamed, breaking Henry's patience. He slapped the boy -What do I need?- Asked the man -A doc..- He slapped him again, stronger -What do I need?- The kid started cryin, buy Henry didn't care about that. He Instantly Grabbed his little body from an ear and took the bootle of whiskey -What do I need, dickhead?- his voice was much deeper. -To be left alone- Daddy gave the bottle to his young child -Good boy- His eyes were cold as ice- Now, drink-. Johnny perfectly knew that that was not normal and completely unhealthy, but he didn't want to be beaten up by his father, so he drank. Alchol was so painful in the kid's throat, and powerful to his mind. Henry lifted his son from the ground and carried him to his own bedroom. He put him on the bed -You must sleep, if you disturb me again, I'll do my best- Johnny has already fallen asleep, but those words sounded as the echo of a nightmare.

No, It hasn't been always like that, there was a time when Henry was a polite man, and Johnny could be considered a lucky boy. What did make things going like that? It all started ten months before, at Henry's job place.

Henry had a colleague, Sarah, who never accepted his refusal. She was mad about him. He was taking some coffee when she came. -What’s happening, Henry?- She smiled -I was waiting for you, but you didn’t arrive- She took the glass from the vending machine. -Don’t do it again, Sarah- Said Henry. He was annoyed. Sarah raised the left eyebrow -What should I stop doing?- She drank the coffee all at once, while the man neither started -You’ve been following me since you’ve been here, it’s unbearable- He drank a Little bit of coffee -No Sugar, fuck- He aimed, Sarah seemed to have fun -No sugar, no sweetness, honey- But her eyes were absolutely empty. The next day, he found something strange in his wallet. It was a piece of paper with a sentence in Italics “You’ll regret It”. When he entered the office everything was kinda wrong. His closest workmate, Alan, was staring at him suspiciously -Why are you watching me like this?- Henry asked, but he didn’t answer. He just looked at his mobile. -Mr Dutton?- Interrupted the boss's secretary. There was a tense atmosphere. - You’re expected to be at the boss's desk in the next two minutes- She said, her voice was apathetic. Henry started to be frightened -May I ask Why?- He attempted -No you can’t- cut in the secretary. The twenty metres that separated him from his destination looked like thousands. He reached the room’s entrance.