You Not My Son

Hector stepped on his tiptoes to the living room door and rested his forehead against the doorframe.

He raised himself on tiptoe to see who was knocking.

Trying to reach the magnifying glass hole in the door, the hole was too high for her.

He was thirty centimeters away from reaching the hole.

Hector scrambled for his father's pine chair.

It was quite heavy, but he tried to drag it slowly up the chair.

From the top of the chair, Hector's eyes began to peer through the magnifying glass hole in the door leaf.

"Who's outside?" he asked himself. "Hah?" He was so shocked that he almost fell down. It was like he saw a ghost.

Her body immediately squatted on the wooden chair. She covered her face with both hands.

As if he didn't want to see the figure behind the door.

Hector's face was suddenly pale white, his hands cold, his body trembling.

"Hector!" whispered a man from outside the door.

His father knocked and called him from behind the living room door.

"How did he get out of that warehouse?" he asked confused.

So strange...

"Who helped him out of there?" she wondered.

Check... Sebastian rushed to the doorknob and opened it, and the door opened slightly.

Hector realized that he hadn't locked the door.

He pushed the door quickly, and with all his might, he locked it.

Fortunately... it wasn't too late.

Sebastian knocked hard on the door, and Herctor's two hands grabbed the wooden chair and pushed it against the doorknob.

He held the doorknob with the chair handle.

The doorknob could no longer move even if it were opened from the outside because the wooden chair held it.

Realizing that Sebastian was impatient, he became angry.

He smashed the door with all his might, making Hector even more frightened.

Yes, it was true that the sound of the door breaking was very loud and forceful.

Like a madman, Sebastian was trying to break the door down from the outside.

He was full of anger and vengeance.

Hector felt like he was in a dream, but he was sure this wasn't a dream.

It was like watching a horror movie, but he was also aware that this was not a movie he was watching.

This terrible, terrible thing was happening to him right now.

He felt chaotic, frantic, confused, frightened.

All the feelings were mixed.

This ten-year-old child was too young to experience something this bad.

The father, who was supposed to protect her, was doing the opposite. He terrorized her and did horrible things to her.

He broke the door again until his son was shocked and fell to the floor.

The wooden chair fell over, and the door's hinges broke loose from the bolts.

Then, the door collapsed and broke irregularly.

His father knocked down the once sturdy door.

Hector gave up. He was weak and exhausted, no longer able to escape. The little man was deliberately silent as if he no longer wanted to save himself from his father's terror.

"Dad..." he whispered, "I give up... I can't take it anymore!" he said resignedly.

Her eyes were sad, and she looked resignedly at her father, who was very tall, large, and burly. He was now in front of her.

Hector didn't blink, his gaze went blank, and he started crying even without tears.

Running away was also impossible because Hector was close to his father.

The tall Sebastian approached his frightened son with anger in his chest. His broken right hand was bandaged and tied with a cloth and carried in his arms.

I don't need to find out where he got the cloth to tie the broken hand.

No sooner had his left hand swung out to grab Hector's hair than Sebastian yanked his son's hair back until the little man's face was lifted up and brought closer to his own.

His father's eyes bulged, both eyeballs seeming to pop out.

That close...

Hector closed his eyes, a sign of fear. He didn't want to look at his father.

"Open your eyes little boy!" he ordered.

The frightened Hector opened his eyes slightly to peer, slightly opening his eyelids.

"Open them..." Sebastian shouted in annoyance.

Reluctantly, Sebastian's son opened his eyes, his gaze blank.

Hector was still looking the other way; he didn't dare look into his father's eyes.

"Look at me!" shouted Sebastian angrily, pulling his son's hair.

"Ouch, it hurts dad!" moaned Hector, hoping his father would let go of the hold; he was forced to look into his father's scary eyes, a horrible figure that never made him comfortable as a child.

Trying to brace himself, Hector looked slowly into his father's eyes.

"Father..." he called softly, "can I ask you a question?"

His son's boldness surprised Sebastian, and he suddenly laughed, "Hahahahhahah..."

"What do you want to ask?" he continued.

His voice stammering, Hector asked Sebastian, "Why are you mean to me, Dad?" Hector asked innocently. "What did I do wrong?" he asked again.

His father's eyes bulged, and he looked at Hector sharply.

"I never liked you," Sebastian said with a sarcastic look.

"Why?" asked Hector.

"Because you're not my biological son!" Sebastian replied loudly, "You ruined my life and my love for Maia." He screamed hysterically.

As these heart-wrenching words came out of Sebastian's mouth, Sebastian's left hand began to swing; he released the grip on his son's hair and slammed Hector to the floor.

What a savage that man was. He threw Hector hard onto the floor of the house.

"Aouch..." moaned the poor boy in pain.

Luckily, the floor of the house was made of wood; his body fell but was unharmed.

It occurred to him that if the floor had been made of marble, he would have died.

"Ouch..." Hector groaned again in pain as he felt his foot that landed first.

His scalp was hot, his hair was stinging, and his head was dizzy. He was in pain from being grabbed by his father so hard.

His body that collided with the floor also acted as if he had been beaten.

"Huh?" Hector began to remember his father's reasoning about him, and he was shocked, his face full of question marks.

"Did you really say that?" he asked himself, "I didn't hear you wrong, did I?" he asked again, "How come I'm not your biological son?"

Hector's mouth didn't stop asking questions; he kept launching them at Sebastian, the father who had given him the answer that had broken his heart.

Sebastian sneered, his lips smiling wryly at his son, "I'm not the one to answer your questions!" he snapped, "If you want to know the truth, you ask your mother!"

"Ta... but!" Hector stammered; he was unprepared for his father's answer.

"I'm not the one who should be responsible for you!" Sebastian yelled, but Hector still couldn't believe it.

"Then who's my father?" he asked with what little courage he had left.

Of course, Sebastian was furious at his son's question, so he grabbed the little man's hair again and said, "You son of

Go Away!!!" He shouted.

Suddenly, tears welled up in Hector's eyes. He couldn't believe it. "Tell me this is all a lie, Dad!"

Hearing those words, Sebastian laughed so loudly that it made Hector's heart question even more.

"You're not really telling the truth are you?" repeated Hector softly.

"You idiot!!!" snapped Sebastian, "Just ask your mom, she's not a very nice woman."

"Really?"

"She cheated on me, you sinful woman!!!" Sebastian shouted with a tightening in his chest.

Again, his grip on Hector's hair was released and slammed into the wooden floor.

Hector's body fell, and his tears fell even harder. Hector was crying not because of pain; that feeling was no longer there.

The pain that hurt the most was because he knew the truth that he wasn't Sebastian's son.

His breathing was labored; it felt like he was getting less and less oxygen. His neck felt like it was suffocating, and his chest couldn't take his father's words.

With his chest heaving, Hector's left hand clutched his chest; his right hand reached out to Sebastian as if asking for help; he couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, he was startled and woke up from his dream.