“Stop” Jack yelled. “Leave my mummy alone”

Mr Pascal glared at the seven years old boy. “Shut up you little brat” he barked. “I have always wondered if you were my son”

“Me too. I have always wondered if you were my father” Jack returned and heard his mother gasp in horror.

Mr Pascal slapped Jack soundly across the face, making the little boy sway from the force. Margaret shrieked and shielded her son with her body, against her husband. “Get out of my house” Pascal roared. “And take this bastard along with you”

Jack turned his eyes back to his father, stubbornly steeling himself against the tears which threatened to break free. “Being a bastard is better… than being your son”..….

12noon tomorrow…
Less than 24hours to go!
Watch out!!!