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Scars - KARLNAPITY

Gray eyes watched in horror as the man punched the woman again and again and again, even when she was already unconscious he didn't stop. Ever.

He didn't understand. How could someone hurt the one they loved? He would never understand. But he tried.

"I mark her like this, son. As long as you're the one in power, your wife won't leave you. If she tries to, you just gotta put her in her place. See? Now she'll stay", the man, his father, showed him a bright grin and left the house seconds later.

The boy hurried to his mother, gently grabbing her face and examining her for any dangerous wounds. As soon as he realised there aren't any that could kill her, he treated the bruises and got her a pillow to rest her head on.

He waited for her to wake up, and she did after some time.

"I'm so sorry, mom," he whispered, guilt being visible in his shaky voice, "I should've done something. I'm sorry", tears started falling down his face.

"Don't be, dear," she gently wiped his tears away, "thank you for staying with me, I love you"

~-~

'Please, no, not again!'

Two boys are fighting with five others, clearly having no such thing as a chance against them. They catch punch after punch, slowly losing their strength and will to fight, realising they can't win, no matter what they do. They didn't even know why this fight started, but they were losing it and didn't know if the five others would spare their life's.

Fluffy brown hair bounced in the wind when another boy got to them, punching their opponents and knocking them out easily. Soon after, concerned gray eyes looked at the two lying on the ground, bruises and blood covering their bodies. He knelt next to them and quickly started to aid them up, working with gentle fingers and confident movements.

He didn't do that for the first time.

Dark brown eyes slowly trailed over to the boy that saved them, watching his every move while coming back to full consciousness again.

When their eyes met, it was like he was floating. Like a storm was dangerously close but you're inside of a safe house. Or like the sky right before it rains. The gray eyed man shifted over to him, away from his friend that he was just treating.

"Can you hear me?," he asks, his voice soft like cotton candy and calming like a warm blanket in winter.

A small nod was the only thing the boy on the ground could give, his throat hurting every time he swallows and his whole body aching with the need of a comfy bed and a good rest.

"That's good," he smiled at the black haired, "ehm, I have my car right around this corner, I could take you two to my apartment if you want to? I don't think you should go home like this, maybe you'll get hurt again or something like that.."

He was concerned. The brown haired, tall man that saved him and his friend was concerned about them. He didn't know how he deserved such a kind soul to safe them, but he was glad.

"...please," he croaks, wincing in pain, "don't leave us alone"

Even if it sounded pathetic, begging him not to leave them, but he couldn't move his body because everything hurt so bad. He just wanted rest, and warmth. The ground beneath him was cold and it slowly got to him, making him shiver.

His reply recieved a sweet, reassuring smile from their saviour.

"I won't, don't worry. I'll get my car real quick and take you then, okay? Don't run away"

With those words, he left. As if the two boys could move at all.

~-~

The black haired man must've fell asleep, because when he next opened his eyes he found himself on a bed, wrapped in a good smelling hoodie and a warm blanket. Next to him sat his friend, his grown out brown hair shaking slightly while he chuckled quietly, his greenish eyes focused on their saviour, who sat on a chair next to the bed.