Have you ever looked up to someone and then got betrayed by them?

Uh..Well. Once apon a time, There was this kid. He was around 7 years old. He lived with his mama and papa on the ranch farm down south. One day his papa gave him all the coins he had and told him not to spend it all in one place. This was odd, as papa always came with him to town to get supplies. Well, he assumed that was what was happening. His papa told him to hurry, so the stores wouldnt close before he got to town. Even though the boy knew it was too early, he obediently hopped on the buggey and started off to town. Confused, he kept checking back to look at his papa.

“Finally. The damned boy is gone. Took for ever. That boy should listen to me more often without question.” Papa walked over to the pantry in the kitchen, and pulled out his suitcase from the hidden floorboard hes been hiding it in. Kathleen walked out, she had been fake sleeping, so the boy wouldnt ask questions. The boy rode on to town, however not his usual excited self. Something was wrong. He was missing out on something. Something bad. He rode on pondering until he reached town. It was quiet..too quiet. The few people who were actually outside looked sad, as if somethin were happenin. “Mrs.Josephson?” Whats goin on?” She was selling radishes at her usual place, but even she looked disturbed. “Ahh boy..I thought your mama and papa woulda told ya. Theres a war. And we need more people to fight, quite simply.” And it hit the boy. What his papa was doin. He raced back home. “Alright..Guess I best get goin.” said papa. Mama looked at him. She looked like shed seen a ghost. She couldnt believe it. For one, Bill wasnt one to join..he wasnt the type, and they were bound to get enough people without him. He also had a family, unlike a lot of the others. Two, he didnt seem scared. She was gonna miss him. She talked with him and said her goodbyes and told him to write her, then went back to bed. Bill walked out, and got in the cart. He was pleased with himself. How well everything was working out. The boy was nearly there when he saw his papa walk into the cart. “Papa! Papa wait!” He was running after the cart, unable to keep up, sobbing all the way. What if he never sees him again? What if he DIES? He couldnt bear to think it. Papa saw him. He could care less. The plan worked perfectly. He would never have to see them again. They thought he was going to join the war, and when they havent seen him, theyll assume hes dead. Look at that pathetic boy. And that dumb woman. He chuckled to himself, as he rode off to his other family.

This is actually a prett sh*t story lol. BUT Im bored. As you may tell. So theres your story about betrayal.