Torment (Primal Progeny Book 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Stacey Mewse
to the palm that hung limply by his side. Carefully he set his son down onto the ground and roughly thumbed away his tears.
With a reassuring smile he gently took Hunters hand into his own and inspected the damage.
‘What have you got yourself into little fella?’ He sighed with a slight shake of his head, his flat cap keeping his unruly dark hair pinned to his forehead over knotted brows.
Hunter allowed his father to take his hand without protest, looking up at him imploringly as the flow of tears upon his cheeks began to slow.
‘I – I’m s - sorry d – daddy.’ He tearfully whispered.
Bruce smiled down at his little mirror image and ruffled his hair gently with his free hand.
‘It’s ok buddy’ he reassured. ‘We just need to get this little bug off here and then we’ll get you back to the house and clean you up.’
Hunter nodded solemnly, at that young age trust in your parents was instinctual, the thought of his father doing wrong would never have crossed his mind.
Bruce gently pulled his sons hand further towards him and closely studied the bee, which had finally ceased its struggles. It was still firmly attached to the stinger but was most definitely dead.
Looking Hunter in the eye he firmly instructed him as to what was about to happen.
‘Now Hunter I need you to be brave for me ok? I need you to keep very still and not move your hand while I make the bee go away, do you understand?’
Hunter nodded, his lip quivering harder than ever and tears threatening to spill out of his rapidly filling eyes.
‘Good boy.’ Bruce praised as he poised himself to get the task at hand done quickly. Carefully he hovered his hand over the insect for a moment before firmly pinching it between his fingers and tugging its body free in one swift motion.
Tears rolled silently down Hunter’s face as he watched what his father was doing, his breaths issuing in loud dramatic sobs as his assailant was plucked from his hand. A quiet sound escaped him at the sudden jolt of pain but he did not renew his squealing. Daddy had made the bee go away and daddy would make it better.
Bruce gently pulled his sons hand that little bit nearer and moved his face lower to get a better look at the damage that had been done. On closer inspection he could see the stinger embedded into Hunter’s palm; however there was no blood which he hoped would work to calm the boy down a little.
Releasing his son’s hand he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short by a loud cracking noise from behind him and the sound of a familiar voice.
Elise was barging her way carelessly through the undergrowth, snapping branches and stomping plant life carelessly underfoot as she followed the sounds of her son’s distress. Seeing him stood sobbing in front of her husband she gasped and sped her pace. He was covered in grazes, his clothes were torn and he was crying! She had let this happen to him by her negligence, she hadn’t been watching closely enough… It was her fault!
Skirting around Bruce’s crouching form she scooped her son up into her arms and hugged him savagely to her chest.
‘Oh my poor baby! Are you alright?’ She cooed at him. She did not look to him for an answer to her question though, instead hugging him tighter and kissing the top of his head, babbling into his thick black hair.
‘Oh my baby, what has mummy told you about going into the woods on your own? You need to listen to mummy little man; this is why I tell you not to leave the garden ok? Its dangerous out here for you on you own.’
Hunter nodded tearfully, raising his injured hand for his mother to see.
Elise ignored her husbands raised eyebrows and amused headshake as she struggled to focus on the hand that was being waved under her nose.
‘Da – daddy m - made me better mummy’ Hunter sniffed, trying to be brave like his father had asked him to be.
Elise nodded in response
With a reassuring smile he gently took Hunters hand into his own and inspected the damage.
‘What have you got yourself into little fella?’ He sighed with a slight shake of his head, his flat cap keeping his unruly dark hair pinned to his forehead over knotted brows.
Hunter allowed his father to take his hand without protest, looking up at him imploringly as the flow of tears upon his cheeks began to slow.
‘I – I’m s - sorry d – daddy.’ He tearfully whispered.
Bruce smiled down at his little mirror image and ruffled his hair gently with his free hand.
‘It’s ok buddy’ he reassured. ‘We just need to get this little bug off here and then we’ll get you back to the house and clean you up.’
Hunter nodded solemnly, at that young age trust in your parents was instinctual, the thought of his father doing wrong would never have crossed his mind.
Bruce gently pulled his sons hand further towards him and closely studied the bee, which had finally ceased its struggles. It was still firmly attached to the stinger but was most definitely dead.
Looking Hunter in the eye he firmly instructed him as to what was about to happen.
‘Now Hunter I need you to be brave for me ok? I need you to keep very still and not move your hand while I make the bee go away, do you understand?’
Hunter nodded, his lip quivering harder than ever and tears threatening to spill out of his rapidly filling eyes.
‘Good boy.’ Bruce praised as he poised himself to get the task at hand done quickly. Carefully he hovered his hand over the insect for a moment before firmly pinching it between his fingers and tugging its body free in one swift motion.
Tears rolled silently down Hunter’s face as he watched what his father was doing, his breaths issuing in loud dramatic sobs as his assailant was plucked from his hand. A quiet sound escaped him at the sudden jolt of pain but he did not renew his squealing. Daddy had made the bee go away and daddy would make it better.
Bruce gently pulled his sons hand that little bit nearer and moved his face lower to get a better look at the damage that had been done. On closer inspection he could see the stinger embedded into Hunter’s palm; however there was no blood which he hoped would work to calm the boy down a little.
Releasing his son’s hand he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short by a loud cracking noise from behind him and the sound of a familiar voice.
Elise was barging her way carelessly through the undergrowth, snapping branches and stomping plant life carelessly underfoot as she followed the sounds of her son’s distress. Seeing him stood sobbing in front of her husband she gasped and sped her pace. He was covered in grazes, his clothes were torn and he was crying! She had let this happen to him by her negligence, she hadn’t been watching closely enough… It was her fault!
Skirting around Bruce’s crouching form she scooped her son up into her arms and hugged him savagely to her chest.
‘Oh my poor baby! Are you alright?’ She cooed at him. She did not look to him for an answer to her question though, instead hugging him tighter and kissing the top of his head, babbling into his thick black hair.
‘Oh my baby, what has mummy told you about going into the woods on your own? You need to listen to mummy little man; this is why I tell you not to leave the garden ok? Its dangerous out here for you on you own.’
Hunter nodded tearfully, raising his injured hand for his mother to see.
Elise ignored her husbands raised eyebrows and amused headshake as she struggled to focus on the hand that was being waved under her nose.
‘Da – daddy m - made me better mummy’ Hunter sniffed, trying to be brave like his father had asked him to be.
Elise nodded in response
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