It was the 4th of July bash at the local park and the entire city was there. Kendall walked around shuffling his feet with his head down as he noticed all of the kids playing ball with their fathers. Kendall didn’t have a father. Well. He did, but to Kendall, his father was dead.
“daddy, I want to go outside and play ball!” eight year old Kendall said.
“how many times do I have to tell you? Don’t call me daddy!” the man said harshly, drawing tears to Kendall’s eyes.
“but…” was all that the young boy was able to get out as tears streamed down his face.
“oh, you wanna cry? How about I give you something to cry about!?” the man stood up and grabbed Kendall by the arm roughly.
“no, please no. I’m sorry, sir!” Kendall cried as his father began beating him upside the head. Kendall screamed in pain.
Kendall blinked his eyes to stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. As he started to pass out from the abuse, he saw the figure of a small girl in the doorway.
“Daddy? What are you doing to Kendie?” the tiny 6 year old said quietly.
“L-lorna. Go away.” Kendall managed to cry out.
“No bubby.” She ran into the kitchen as their father dropped Kendall on the floor and walked out the door. Lorna sat on the floor and kissed the bruises forming on the boys head. “mommy said a kiss always makes the booboos better.”
Kendall sobbed in his little sisters arms as the two waited for their mom to come home.
Kendall shook his head fast as he tried to get the memory of that moment out of his head. As he approached his best friend James, who was combing his hair at the concession stand, memories of when James first found out about Kendall’s father flooded Kendall’s mind.
Kendall laid helpless on the floor of his bedroom. His father had just went on a rampage and beat Kendall over the head with one of his hockey sticks. As he crawled to the bed, he saw a hand reach into his window. He whimpered as he heard his name being called by a familiar voice. Then James appeared.
“Hey Kendall, I wanted to see if you-oh my god!!” James ran over to Kendall and dropped to his knees. “who did this to you?” James laid Kendall across his lap and ran his hands through his bloody hair.
“my..d-dad.” Kendall mumbled.
James’ face grew red with anger. “Where is he? I’ll kill him!”
Kendall tried to laugh. “It hurts to laugh Jamesy.”
James frowned and kissed Kendall’s forehead. “Lorna always says, a kiss always makes the booboos better.”
Kendall smiled slightly as he clutched onto his best friend.
Little did he know, Lorna was standing in the doorway watching, tears building in her eyes. “I’m supposed to be the one to help him.” She whispered.
Lorna saw Kendall approaching James and her heart sank. For years, she was the one who could get her dad to stop beating Kendall, yet, he always went to James for help. She watched as they talked, the younger of the two boys slumped over.
“H-hey Kendie. You okay?” James asked.
“Huh? Yeah, sure.” Kendall said half paying attention.
“Must be pretty hard to be here today. I’m glad you came though.” James said smiling.
“Yeah, I guess.” Kendall replied rubbing the back of his head, feeling the scars left by his father. Tears swelled in his eyes.
James frowned and hugged his best friend. “He can’t hurt you anymore Kendall. He’s locked up. For good.”
Kendall nodded in James’ shoulder. “I… I know.” Kendall choked back tears as Lorna watched from afar, her own tears flooding her eyes.
Kendall sat in the corner of his room with his head in his knees. The police was downstairs taking his father away. That morning, he had thrown Kendall out of the living room window, causing glass cuts all over the boys body. Luckily, that was the only damage done. A neighbor saw it happen and called the cops.
Lorna knocked slowly on Kendall’s bedroom door and peaked in. She slide in and curled up beside Kendall with her arms around him. “He’s gone bubby. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
The older boy leaned on her. She kissed the cuts up and down his arms. “I’m glad he never hurt you..”
“He did Kendie. Whenever he hurt you, it hurt me.” Lorna frowned.
Kendall looked up into her eyes. The two leaned in to each other slowly. Just as their lips were about to touch, James busted through the door.
The two jerked their heads and looked up at James. “Kendall, I saw the police leaving with your dad! Are you okay?”
“I am now.” Kendall said keeping the position he was in. James sat on the other side of Kendall and pulled him into a hug.
“He can’t hurt you anymore.” James said reassuringly.
Lorna frowned and scooted away as the two friends embraced.
“Thanks for always being there James.” Kendall said as Lorna stood up and ran out the door, tears streaming down her face.
Lorna shook her head. “boy I cry a lot.” She said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. As she blinked her eyes, she noticed a familiar man walk through the entrance of the park. She looked back and forth from Kendall and the man. “Oh god. Dad!” Lorna said running over to Kendall.
“Kendall, take me home. I want to go home.” Lorna said not telling him why.
“Why? What’s wrong Lorna?” he asked her.
She looked over and saw her father with an angry look on his face looking around, as if he was looking for Kendall.
“Please bubby, just.. Let’s go. Please.” she said with fear in her eyes, pulling on his arm.
Kendall followed her eyes. “D-dad…” he whispered with a scared tone in his voice.
“Kendie please…” she cried.
“No. I need to do this.” Kendall said loosening Lorna’s arm and walked toward the man. Lorna cried for him to come back, but he didn’t listen. James just stood there silent.
Lorna smacked him. “What are you doing? Stop him!”
“Lorna, I… I can’t.” James said.
“Why the heck not? You are always the one to rush in and save the day aren’t you?” Lorna spat.
“I’m not the one he wants saving him!” James replied.
“Whatever..” Lorna said running after Kendall.
Kendall approached his father with a purpose.
“Oh ho ho, look who it is? The little bastard I used to call my son.” Mr. Knight said.
“What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in jail.” Kendall exclaimed.
“It’s called breaking out. I had some.. Unfinished business to take care of.” Mr. Knight said in an evil tone.
Lorna ran up to Kendall’s side and clutched him. “Kendie, let’s go. Please.”
“And there’s my precious daughter. Here to save your beloved brother are you?” he said. “god, its like you are in love with him or something.”
Lorna’s face turned red with embarrassment.
“you are, aren’t you?” her father laughed. “ha, my children, incest freaks.” He reached across and grabbed Lorna’s arm tight, leaving a welt.
Just then, Kendall balled up his fist and punched his father right across the face, causing the older man to fall to the ground, hitting his head on a rock. Blood poured out of the man’s head as people screamed around them.
Kendall backed up from his father with a blank look in his face as paramedics and police ran over to check on him.
“K-kendie?…” Lorna whispered, still clutching on his waist. Kendall stared blackly ahead of him, ignoring Lorna. “Kendie? Say something.”
A policeman approached the two as Lorna tried to get his attention.
“please don’t arrest Kendie, he was protecting me. Our daddy always hurt him and he was going to hurt me.” Lorna said scared, Kendall’s mind still wandering.
“We aren’t going to arrest him. When he broke out of jail, we followed him here. We were watching the whole time. You two are safe now.” the police officer said.
“That’s what they said last time.” Lorna said.
“He died.. On impact of the rock.” the police man explained. “you two are safe now.”
The man walked back over to the crime scene and Lorna broke her grasp of Kendall’s waist. She stood in front of him. “Kendie…Kendie say something?” She said rubbing her arm where her father had grabbed her.
Silently, Kendall grabbed her arm and brought it up to his lips. He kissed it softly. “Kisses always make the booboos better.”
Lorna looked up at him and smiled. She brought her lips to his, leaving a small, yet passionate kiss.
“He was right ya know.” Lorna whispered. “I am in love with you.”
Kendall smiled and kissed her again as James watched them from afar. “I told her, I wasn’t the one he wanted.”