Henry was in his room, the house empty after his father left, after giving the boy a horrible beating. He cleans the wounds on his back with difficulty and pain. He cried a little, and he hated his father. That pain was horrible, and not being able to reach the bruises frustrated him even more

He angrily throws the ointment away, sitting up in bed and covering his eyes. He hears the doorbell and shudders, thinking it's his father, hesitant to answer it, but he goes to the door and opens it