The door slams shut. James lifts the jacket off his head, only to see a fist come flying in to his face. Repeated blows over his head and body were coming in, James curled up into a ball to reduce the impact.
Dick grabs James again, by the collar of his stretched out t-shirt, and began dragging him upstairs. James sobbed, he knew his mum was working all night, he had to take it with as much humility as possible to try and keep his temper at this scary yet predictable level. He prayed the worst was over with.