It was apparent to Johnathan that Ludovica's attitude towards him had changed slightly, as she accepted that he may not be salvagable. In the slightest change of body language and tone, she no longer seemed like all of the therapists, so overwhelmingly optimistic that it made him sick. Though it was a tiny shift, it did make him a bit more comfortable.<br/><br/>He turned away and shook his head, "That's the father everyone else saw." The response was muttered as the laughter coming from the yard  cut through him like a knife. It didn't sound like happiness to him, it instead sounded like the pain that would soon come after, once dad was too stressed out from work, too old, too tired.<br/><br/>Soon after this time, his mother would begin the excuses. She would ignore the bruises up until the day his father would die, and even then she still would not acknowledge the pain that man caused. She would not acknowledge the scars her son was giving himself, and any time that young boy would become angry about it he was put in therapy.<br/><br/>Somehow, Johnathan would have preferred to witness a beating, one of the worst parts of his pathetic life, rather than this scene, the laughter he couldn't even remember being able to produce. He was used to the pain, and this memory was like a slap in the face.<br/><br/>He was seething with anger as his thoughts came back to the present, and he was almost guilty about being so dramatic, drawing so much attention to his sob story when it was Ludovica's day too, but Johnathan could not hold back his anger when he asked, "How do we move to the next one?"