1958
Westwaters' Resort

"Mrs. Byers , we'll try our best, we will find your son.", Sherrif Morriston consoled Wynona Byers, a woman in her mid 40s.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. It's snowing and my boy could be anywhere.", Wynona cried.
After the police left, Wynona sank in chair, weeping softly thinking about her son, Wilson Byers.
"Woman! Woman!", a loud sound from upstairs pulled her from her thoughts.
That man. He's killing me. Wynona thought. I really don't know why I married him.
Wynona shouted, "WHAT?" She started climbing the stairs. She entered their room and saw her husband sitting on the sofa.
"WHAT?", Wynona asked.
"Why were the coppers here?", Rigerson Byers asked.
"Oh my god, Rig! You don't effing know! Our son is missing."
"Your son. That queer."
"Take that back, you moth.." Wynona gasped. "You know where he is! Where's my son?!"
"I don't know."
"Tell me!"
"I don't know, woman!"
"Mother.", a soft voice spoke from behind. "Wilson!" Wynona ran and hugged her son. "Where were you?"
Wilson pulled his mother to another room.
"Dad locked me in the room.", he said, "while you were out yesterday, he took out his belt and.."
Tears flowed down from Wynona's eyes. I am gonna kill him.
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"Why did you beat our son?", Wynona screamed at Rigerson.
"I did nothing. That boy had it coming."
"Get the fuck out of here!"
"Look, woman, you don't know what your son did yesterday. I didn't wanna say anything. But when you were out at the market. I saw the boy in the shed, pulling the Jesus out of the dog. And when I tried to stop him. Do you know what your little sin said! He said 'mind your fucking business, c*nt."
"Get out." Wynona's voice was firm.
Rigerson stormed out of the room. She could hear Rigerson's footstep fading.
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Wynona was sitting on her desk. She was sobbing softly. Thank god, I found my son. He's my star and moon.
Knock knock.
Wynona looked at the door. Wilson was standing at the door.
"Yes. Hon. I thought you were sleeping", Wynona said.
"Mother, look what I brought you.", Wilson said and raised his hand. On his hand was the head of his step father.