Arthur watched in horror as his mother hit the yellow tile of the kitchen floor.
He ran and tripped over his father's foot in an attemp to aid his mother. "Why ?" he whispered sadly trying to crawl towards his mother to hold her. His father turned around to grab a jumbo trash bag.
"You wouldn't" Arthur stared in horror and sped over to his mother. "YOU WOULDN'T !" He cried.
His father grimaced. "I would," he spat.
Arthur slid across the floor hoping to pass his father in time and didn't succeed. "Me and your mother need to go downtown to have a chat." Arthur's father smirked and went to his room briefly and returned to the hall with a dark green duffel bag.
Arthur sobbed and ran to his room as he knew he couldn't stop his father from doing this. He looked under his bed at the stuffed animals he had got from his mother in secret. "One for each birthday," he whispered through tears.
Arthur heard the front door shut and his father dragging a trash bag that now held his mother.
He looked at his knees as he sat and cried into his hands.
He went to the kitchen to pull out a knife.
