I was jogging when I heard it.
“How dare you, boy!” A man shouting.
I turned. A house. The front window was dark, but the shadows twitched.
A muffled scream reached my ears, and I ran to the window and peered in.
A man repeatedly punching a child on a settee. No screaming, just a relentless dull thwack.
I banged on the window. Nothing. So I picked up a rock and smashed the window. The man jumped up, rigid. But the boy didn’t move, he just stared at the floor. So I hit the man with the rock.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.