Brain Hurts
Wang Li said sternly as he watched the boy trying to pull it back in to lock it back up. He pulled harder and the pinkette fought more. This was not working as well as he thought it would. Wang Li assumed the boy would fight, but not in such ways as this. Zhang Xu Lan was fearful of his other side. He slid his silver eyes to the redhead, who held his son's tensed body.
"He is afraid."
Xu Ling squeezed his son's arms and sighed.
"It is alright, Lan-er. You are my son. Accept what is yours," the redhead stated before he said sternly, "I did not raise you to hide. Stop fighting!"
Xu Lan gasped and then he relaxed. When that happened, he felt like a rush of clarity, a wave of water washing over him. Yet, just as that happened, he screamed from the pain ripping through his body. There were voices that he had buried away that surfaced and screamed for things, things that he did not want. He should not want.