I like it! I love how the emotions are clearly displayed in this paragraph. And Lord Morris? Hello? Could he get any cooler?
You made just one small error in punctuation though.
It should be:
Oh! Please don’t let me die in the middle of another pointless war!
I sat there in that corner for a long time with my head in my hands. Once the adrenaline had run out, tears came pouring through.
Why had he done that? Why was he with someone other than mommy?
Did- I shuddered to even think- did they not love each other anymore? Was mommy going to leave and never come back?
Sadness washed by and reason replaced it. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t even have gone into dad’s office. He is the President of December after all. Why did I care what he did in his office?
Then I heard the door open and a click-clack of heels. Then reason gave way to anger.
Mom told me that it was wrong to lie. And also do things behind people’s back. And Dad had…had actually agreed with her!!
He had lied, and I was not going to stand for it. I wiped my tears furiously and ran as fast as I could into his office.
I pushed open the heavy doors as best I could and faced him.
“Ross! What are you doing there, son?” My dad asked. Casually. As if nothing had happened.
“I saw what you were doing.” I said quietly.
“Saw what?” He asked, getting up from his desk and closing the door.
“I saw what you were doing with HER!” I yelled.
I thought my dad would be scared. Mom told me that was what people would do when they were caught.
My dad’s eyes, however, narrowed into thin slits. “What did you see?”
“S-she w-was sitting on you and y-you were… I don’t know what you were doing.” I confessed, my anger melting away into fear.
“Okay son, you saw me. What are you going to do now?” He said, slowly as he walked behind his desk and admired one of the statues in his office. A soldier which held a huge spear.
“I’m going to tell mom!” I said as bravely as I could. “Why?” He asked, not even looking at me, but slowly tracing his fingers down the spear.
“B-because you lied, dad. Lying is wrong.” I said.
All of a sudden, my father slid the spear out of the statue like it was coated with butter.
He walked towards me with it. I didn’t know what he was going to do. But I had a feeling it was nothing good.
“But if Mom doesn’t know, does that make it a lie, Ross?” He said, tapping the spear on his left hand with his right.
“How will she not know? I’m going to tell her.” I said.
Then wood struck my side and I fell down screaming in pain.
My dad had hit me.
He. Had. Hit. Me.
“Will you tell her now?” He said, in a voice I had never heard him use before.
“Y-yes.” I stammered. I had to do the right thing.
The wood struck again, now on my back. I screamed again, and another one fell.
“If you scream, the more you will get.” He warned.
I nodded painfully.
“Will you tell mom now?” He asked.
I shook my head. I couldn’t even answer.
“Good boy.” He said, extending a hand to help me.
I refused it as I stood up by myself, albeit painfully.
“If someone asks why you are hurt, you fell down the stairs. Got that?” He said, grabbing my chin.
That was the first mistake I had made in a long time. And those scars were my punishment.