"Doctor! My husband, Roy... well, he's always had this disability, and..."

"Oh, don't worry, ma'am!" the light voiced Doctor Shriggy assures, "I will figure this out. It might take a long time, though. So, could you perhaps hang around in here for a little bit until we are completely sure it is safe for him to have daily people around him?"

"Yes, Doctor! Thank you so much!" the wife named Rotina, cried happily.

"You are very welcome, sweetheart." Doctor Shriggy smiles.

"Now, even though Roy can be a bit of a dumbass, could you... would you be able to...?"

"Of course! I can do anything to help you! After all, I am a doctor!" he promises to her immediately.

"Oh god! I didn't mean to call him a dumbass! I still love him and all..."

"Yes! I know all about love, my dear. So, don't fret! You'll be fine." he giggles hysterically.

'Geez,' Rotina thought, 'His laughs are unsettling!'

The Mother's Death...

Rotina gives birth to a beautiful, yellow-skinned, blue-haired boy named Manny. The boy seemed to kind of look like an alien.

Rotina stared at her newborn in disgust, and cries out in rage, "Freak! I don't want him!" All her husband, Roy, does is just heavy breathing. Because of his disabled condition, he can't talk the majority of the time.

"Send him out of here! Put him to sleep! Fucking abort him! I just want him to disappear in thin air! NOW!!!" she shoves the baby in Roy's arms, and pushes Roy out of the hospital room.

Roy proceeds down the hall, and into the waiting room. He glances down at his newborn son, and mutters for the 1st time in a year, "Manny."

"Kill." Roy growls as he dives into the room his weak wife is in.

She was shocked that he was diving at her as she was just laying on the bed after giving birth to their new, freakish son.

Roy wrapped his hands around her throat in a vice grip, and he growls, "Die."

As she was choking in this unexpected strangle, she speaks her last words, "As long as my fucking son dies, I will go above the..." he snaps her neck before she could finish her sentence. Her body topples in a floppy fashion, heavily landing on the carpet, rocking almost the whole building. Her deadly eyes remained staring at his face, but Roy avoided that, and proceeded out the room.

He went over to Baby Manny in the waiting room, picked him up, and mutters again, "My Manny."

***** (Harry: 1st child)

"Mom! Look what I found!" A little 8-year-old boy, named Harry, says to his mother.

"Oh, dear! An old penny! A lucky penny!" she smiles at her son proudly.

"What luck will I receive this time?" Harry pleads desperately.

"Freedom." his mother beams, and the father came in. His mother looked worried immediately.

"Son! How many times did I tell you to not go outside alone?" the father seethed.

"But, dear. He can take care of himself! Although this time, I was outside with him." the mother assures.

But, of course, that did nothing to stop the wrath of the father, and he growls, "No! He shall receive his punishment for avoiding the rules." he grabs Harry by his long red hair, and drags him upstairs to his bedroom.

His howls of pain fill her ears as she moans for Harry's safety and health. Her husband always went too far in his punishments. He usually stripped all the clothes off of Harry, with socks remaining on his feet, and whipped the 8-year-old until he barely had any skin on his back, bottom and thighs.

She got to the point that she couldn't even hold her tears anymore. They might've poured down her face the same as her son Harry's did!

She sobbed so much, that her husband pounded down the stairs towards her, and began to whip her face too!

She screams out in utter pain, hearing her son's cries in the background.

"You better watch yourself, or you'll get yourself hanged." he hisses.

"Why?" she gasps. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because crying gets you nowhere."

"Well, so does whipping your own family." the mother hisses back.

He got so enraged, that he began whipping her to death!

The mother's last thoughts were, 'What's he doing? Why is he doing this?' and then she painfully breathes her last.

Harry lays on his stomach on the bed, and thinks to himself, 'Now that my Mother is dead, I have no protection. My only solution is to escape this living nightmare, and never return back, no matter what the circumstance.'

***** (Robin: 2nd child)

4-year-old bird-voiced human boy, named Robin, followed both of his parents outside to watch the fireworks.

He has dark green skin, dark green hair, and slight yellow lips. He also has yellow webbed feet.

"Momma! Dadda!" Robin smiles up at them. He tightens his grip on his mother's sleeve.

"Yes, son. 1st time seeing the shining beauties." the father sighs.

"Look at the blues!" the mother gushes.

"Yay!" Robin cheered as his eyes glittered in excitement up at the flying stars.

"Yay." 13-year-old Raven says sarcastically. "Another fun day watching the stinking stars. Like, hell, I'd rather text our dog than watch these horrid, blinding lights."

"Oh dear." the mother mutters.

"Raven." the father warns, "You are going a bit too far, sweetheart."

"Hey!" she explodes all of a sudden. "Don't friggin' call me sweetheart! I'm better than that!" Raven snaps.

"Raven Sullivan!" Mr. Sullivan growls, "No more phone for the whole week until you set yourself straight. Example: No more swearing in front of 4-year-old Robin. Also, no more..."

"Okay! I get it! Leave me the flip alone!" And Raven proceeded in the house, and up the stairs into her stylish bedroom.

"Well, if it's bossy he wants, bossy he gets!" she growls to herself.

*****