Billy

A family man, thats what Thomas liked to think of himself. Thomas loved his wife and she loved him, Thomas loved his son... he didn't love him. Billy was five years old and didn't like the two big people around him, he never had. Billy hatches a plan, childrens toys are such deadly things when used in the right fashion. Thomas arrives home one afternoon and finds his wife on the coutch, asleep from exhaustion. Billy was on the floor next to his mummy, playing with his blocks.
"C'mon little fellow" says Thomas "Lets get you to bed." Thomas picks up Billy and takes him upstairs to his cot, Billy won't let go of a building block, hugging it tight to his chest.
Thomas puts Billy in his cot, he still hasn't dropped the building block and is staring up at Thomas.
"Are you going to give that to me?" Thomas askes jokingly, putting his face down close to Billy's.
Billy does not speak, but instead grips the back of his father's head with one hand and shoves the block down his throat with the other. Thomas can no longer breathe and his face turns indigo from lack of air. Thomas collapses clutching his throat and dies on the nursery floor, the block caught in his throat. Mummy wasn't asleep either, Billy's toy car lay lodged in her windpipe. No one ever suspected Billy, not with his real parents or with his foster parents or with his next foster parents. Does anyone want to adopt a child? He's so lonely.