"mom!! dad!!" marx giggled and ran to the kitchen, "mom, dad?.." blood was splattered around the room. he stared at his parents once again. "fuck off kid" spat alfred (the father). marx's eyes filled with tears, he ran to his room.
: his room :
marx sobbed and sobbed, "why, why, why?!?" he mumbled as he wiped his tears away. the poor kid was only 5, anyways marx fell asleep.
: the kitchen :
"alfredo, we need to do something about that brat."loti said. "im trying to loti!"
he grabbed the knife and went to marx,
distant screaming and crying went on for an hour
(105 WORDS WOOE)
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RandomTW : abuse?? ig b33r, k1lling this is about my ocs backstory :D
