?Karmic ending?

Narrator's POV

"Why am I not surprised? Again how many times must I tell you boy." The angered father spoke in eerie calm voice. He dragged his son by the collar through the living room and another frightened boy trailing behind.

"Pa I'm sorry. I'm sorry man" his son apologized in a agitated tone, not feeling an ounce of remorse.

"I'll make you feel sorry very soon" the smirking man said bursting the bathroom door open.

"It was my fault sir. He was helping me. Please---
Arthur tried to intervened.

"Stop whimpering it's pathetic lil boy. Now go ahead I need to discipline my son" the man spoke staring down at his Killian. He was no longer thrashing around, accepting his fate.

"Go Arthur I'm good" Killian said with a lowered head.

"No...." Arthur refused clutching the kerchief closely to his chest, eyes going from the blank face of his father to his friend's sad smile.

"Do you want to join him?" The man asked and Arthur quickly shook his head turning on his heel. The moment he was about to give his friend one last glance. The sight made his whole body run cold.

The man had this huge toothless smile going from ear to ear like a cartoon character.

His eyes darkening as Killian closed the door with a lowered head.

Arthur sniffled and went bolting outside to sit on the porch. Curled up into a ball as he placed his hand over his ears to block out the world while trembling like a leaf.

"Must you always defy me boy. Does it bring you thrill. Do you love hanging around those gangsters. You even talk like them now?"

"No pops!" He yelled causing the man squint his eyes at him.

"Who you talking to. I've been neglecting my fatherly duties. Your the man of the house now huh?. You want to take on my responsibilities too. To fuck your mom?. You want to be a man!" He shouted as his son's hands curved into steal fists.

"I'll be better than you---

"That mouth will be the end of you some day" the man said in a dark tone as he turned the pipe nub.

The water gushed out fast quickly filling up the tub.

Killian stared at the water, his fists cracking open revealing trembling hands.

Silence ensued with his father stood with crossed arms watching his son quiver as the tub quickly started filled up.

A few more seconds passed, the quickset in the little boy's life.

The man kept his gaze fixated on him as he switched it off. The tub was full to it's brim.

Then he stood and took a good look at his son. His chest burning at how similar he looked like him.

He was practically the replicated smaller version of himself.

Grabbing a hold of his arm Killian let out a horrified shout.

"Pa stop----

Holding his son up he tossed Killian into the tub watching as he thrashed around.

Pressing his hand to his face, his other hand on his chest he watched as the yelling boy voice couldn't be heard.

His head and body was fully submerged.