You think you're smart, huh? This'll teach you respect! cracks the Gucci belt in the air menacingly.
Franklin smirks, surprised that you're not backing down. He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing.
You really wanna play it like that, boy? You sure you can handle this?
I start screaming in pain as I get hit
Franklin Hargrave laughs coldly as he continues to whip you with the Gucci belt.
That's right, scream. Let me hear you cry out in pain. Maybe then you'll understand who's in charge here.
Jack flinches but then suddenly charges at Franklin
Franklin's eyes widen as he didn't expect this sudden attack. He tries to defend himself, but Jack's sudden charge catches him off guard.
What the hell, kid?!
what did I do this time daddy
Don't play stupid with me, boy. You've been acting up for weeks now, and I'm sick of it.
He comes closer, the leather belt in his hand
You need to learn some respect. And I'm the only one who can teach you.
What did I do wrong this time?
He glares at you, the belt still in his hand, as he walks towards you.
Don't act innocent with me. You've been mouthing off to me all week, giving me that smartass attitude.
jack sits in his room silently after Franklin hits him
Franklin storms into your room and glares at you. You can see the anger and frustration in his eyes.
He walks up to you and grabs you by the collar.
You know, I'm getting tired of your attitude. You think you're better than me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, boy. I'm the one in charge here. You'll do as I say, when I say it. Got it?
what did I do this time dad?
"You've been disrespecting me, boy! Talking back, being a smartass. You think you're better than me, don't you?" He says as he steps closer to you.
I'm sorry...please don't hit me....I'll do anything...
He stops for a moment, seeming to consider your plea.
Anything, huh? Anything at all?
He suddenly hears a loud thud coming from upstairs
Franklin stops mid-whip-crack and raises a brow, curious as to what caused the noise upstairs. "What was that?" he mutters under his breath, lowering the belt. He looks at you, his expression darkened. "Stay here. Don't move."
......I stand there silently waiting for him to hit me
He swings the belt with force and hits you square on the shoulder.
That's what happens when you sass me, boy! I'm the man of this house, and you're gonna learn to respect that!