Sebastian Give Up

The sound of a pair of feet descending the stairs.

The man's footsteps rang in Hector's ears as he got closer.

His steps were slow as if he was being very careful.

He didn't want Hector to know he was there, so his footsteps were deliberately slow so that he wouldn't hear.

The figure of the man could be seen standing, his great height reflected by the bias of light coming down from the lamp above the warehouse through the open door,

Hector's heart was racing.

Until he could feel something coming out of his chest, his body felt weak.

Hector was terrified, his body shaking in his arms.

As if he didn't want to be found by his father, Hector's body shrank even further, sinking into his hiding place under the table at the bottom of the stairs.

Hector's ears then perked up; he heard again the sound of his father's footsteps scurrying in the dark in search of him.

His father's footsteps could be heard more clearly in his ears, stepping and then occasionally stopping as if trying to find Hector in every corner of the filthy warehouse.

Sebastian slammed the item hard. "Aaaa!"

He slammed the chair in front of the table where Hector hid as if he knew his son was there.

Suddenly, the cupboard was opened, and the old cupboard was not spared. He opened it and examined the inside of the dark brown cupboard.

He did not want to miss her view from all angles inside the dirty warehouse, so he examined every item in it carefully.

Sebastian's footsteps could be heard again.

The middle-aged man could be heard approaching his son as if he knew because his footsteps seemed to be in the ten-year-old boy's earlobes.

Quickly, the poor boy raised his head slowly and looked forward slightly upwards. Then Hector began to glare and widened his eyes when he found his father already in front of the table.

The figure was so creepy that it scared Hector.

Suddenly!

Both of his father's hands quickly grabbed the table leaf.

The table was shifted.

"Haaaaah..." shouted Sebastian, who found his son.

"Oh nooo." Hector was stunned to see his father in front of him.

Seeing Hector was there, his father moved the table where the frightened Hector hid even harder.

The table where his son hid was shifted again, and the table leg broke and collapsed.

The termite-eaten table had broken one of its legs and collapsed to the right.

Opportunity!

While his father was busy observing the broken table, Hector's small body began to bend down. He slowly stood up from his hiding place. There was an empty space that he could still use to get out from under the table.

He crept around the left side of the table, and then nimbly, Rico ran towards the stairs.

Hector ran up the stairs as fast as he could, but because he was too excited, the fragile wood crushed his small body, "Awch!" Hector shouted in fear.

The wooden stairs cracked, and Rico's right leg got caught in the crack.

He tried to pull his leg out.

"Ouch.... It's so hard." Hector muttered.

While trying to get his right leg out, Hector pulled his leg hard.

He was wearing white trainers that his mum had given him.

His favorites were very comfortable to wear.

They were his tenth birthday present in June.

The shoe tore.

As his favorite shoes were torn, Hector immediately took them off his feet.

The shoe was stuck in the wooden hollow of the cracked stairs.

It was with a heavy heart that the little man was forced to leave it behind.

Fortunately, Hector's right foot was not injured. However, he soon ran limp without the shoe on it.

Meanwhile!

His father heard the sound of the stairs cracking.

The table was kicked.

Sebastian realized his son was running towards the stairs. He was so annoyed that the fragile table became the target of his anger. He kicked the table with all his might with his foot.

Hector finally reached the end of the stairs; he opened the cellar door and rushed out of the room.

The sound of hurried steps.

Sebastian walked hurriedly and somewhat ran after the hurried Hektor.

He was angry.

His face was scary and red. A sign that he was furious.

The sound of tearing clothes.

Yes!

Sebastian's hands were strong and long, the size of an American adult's.

He managed to grab his son's T-shirt, ripping it to shreds.

Suddenly, the little man was startled, and his body fell backward.

Then.

The man fell.

Sebastian's foot tripped over Hector's shoe, which was still stuck in the hole in the cracked step. Sebastian's large body fell on the step.

His feet lost control and slipped, unable to hold his body any longer. His body fell and crushed his right hand.

Sebastian's chin hit the wood of the step, and the wood snapped.

"Aaaaaaaaaaargrgrgrgrggrh!" Sebastian screamed in pain; his right hand was broken, "Hiiiiaaaaaaa..." He continued to cry loudly due to the extreme pain.

"Good thing!" muttered Hector, who had fallen next to the warehouse door and immediately stood up. He then closed the door and locked it tightly.

He quickly shifted the shelves with all his might. Hector's t-shirt was soaked with his sweat.

He covered the cellar door with a white shelf. The one where his mum used to keep her crockery.

It was a medium-sized shelf the same height as the cellar door.

It fit perfectly if used to cover the door; all parts were perfectly covered.

"Hhhhhaaaaah.. hhhhhhhh..." His breath hitched.

Hector was starting to feel relieved that he could trap his father in the warehouse.

He hoped that the rack would keep Sebastian from hunting him down.

Hector walked slowly and limped towards Helena's room, trying to find his mum and sister. His head turned to and fro, looking for them.

Helena's room was empty. He then walked slowly and hobbled around, trying to find them in other rooms. She checked every room in the house, but they were still not there.

"Maybe they're hiding!!!" she thought.

"Mum, Helena, where are you?" he shouted loudly, calling them out of hiding.

Hector was tired of his body slumping as if helpless and sat on the living room's grey sofa.

His eyes closed; he was so tired and sleepy.

For five minutes, he slept on the sofa in the living room.

Not long after.

Hector was startled awake, and his eyes scanned the living room. He looked at the yellow wall clock.

It was three in the morning now.

"It'll be sunrise soon." he muttered.

Suddenly!

Someone knocked on the door, and Rico was startled.

"What is this?" he asked himself. He walked towards the sound of the knock.

His ears tried to listen and find the origin of the sound.

Knock on the door again.

It turned out that the sound came from the living room door being knocked on from outside.

"Who's knocking at three in the morning!" he asked as he approached the door.

Hector took off his left shoe; he couldn't walk properly if he didn't take off his left shoe because it felt heavy.