He grabs from the nape of his neck
The little boy screaming loudly enough for any neighbor to hear
His sister behind him defending all she can. The phone goes dead, an all that's left is the memory. Tomorrow she will be at school with her head hung down and her eyes red and swollen. She will be fine, for the law made this. Her little brother will be hidden from sight, tucked away in his room. Hating everything about the man he will tell himself to never be. Falling asleep with tears in his eyes and his shirt collar stretched by hands that should have never been.
I hate phone calls like this