*Mom's POV*

I made breakfast for my husband and son. Sausage, eggs, and coffee.

I went to Michael's room. I thought he would still be asleep. I knocked.

"Michael, breakfast is ready sweetheart."

No answer, I opened the door. He was gone!

"Michael?"

I couldn't find him! My baby boy is gone!

"Darling!" I shouted for my husband.

He ran out of the master bedroom in his robe.

"What is it darling?"

"Michael is gone!"

He looked in his room and walked back to me.

"Not just him, that old duffel bag is gone too. He must've ran off!"

He pointed a finger at me.

"This all your fault you know! If you weren't so goody and sweet to him, being his best friend than a parent, he wouldn't have been so ungrateful to me!"

"My fault!? I was a naughty kid myself growing up because of parents like you! You are so hard on both of us, I know it's bloody traditional but you treat me like a slave, trying to pass it on to Michael! He clearly wants to be unlike you! Women enslavement was over with back in the days of Women's Suffrage!"

He gave me a back handed smack.

"You shut up! Who the hell are you to question my beliefs!? You are the one that made him like he is now! If you weren't around, he would've been a proper young man."

"You're proper? You put your hands on a lady and you call yourself proper!?"

He smacked me again.

"I can do whatever the hell I want to with you, in tradition, women were property, they're inferior to their husbands, they cook and clean, take care of the children. "

"Michael's gone so you just blame me for being a better more loving parent!"

He pushed me to the ground.

Where's my son when I need him?

"Darling, what are we gonna do about Michael? Call the police."

"No, we just let him be gone, it's more peaceful here."

Seriously, where's Michael when I need him?