Despair continued

"Look at your perfect little psycho now Sherrie!" Dick snarled as he took a few small steps towards James.

"Drop the knife, boy!" Yelled Dick.

"James, please just drop it!" Sherrie pleaded through the tears.

James stood there, frozen in the spot. His mind hadn't quite caught up with his actions. He knew being 11, if he drops this knife, Dick would be free to beat him up.

James panics, drops the knife and runs to his own bedroom, Dick closely behind him.

James sits down, crying, blocking the door, he felt the force of the kicks on his back.