BRANCE + RINNEY

an abusive home is not a home at all.

trigger warning: sort of detailed child abuse.
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Finn screamed loudly, throwing object after object at his wall as fat tears rolled down his pale face. Loud bangs bounced off of his bedroom door, frantic and urgent. Finn ignored the noise, continuing to throw things around his room. When the last object was thrown and had shattered painfully loud against his bedroom wall, the door was kicked open. Finn put his head in his hands, sobbing loudly as someone came closer to him and eventually wrapped their arms around his pale frame.

"I'm so sorry Finn. I'm so sorry."

Finn coughed, rocking back and forth as the person holding him held on tighter to his waist. Another person came into the bedroom, their footsteps stopping a foot away from the other two.

"Get the fuck away from him dude. You're the whole reason he's fucking crying."

Finn moved against the wall, trying his best to only focus on the coolness of it against his back. The two other people in the room seemed to arguing, the sound of their voices bouncing from one wall to the next. Finn grabbed at his hair, still holding his eyes closed tightly as the voices grew louder and louder. There was a quick sound of something thudding against the wall before Finn's eyes began to close, enveloping him in a thick pitch-black void. He had passed out.
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earlier.

Finn pulled the sleeves of his shirt down, anxiously fiddling with the hems of them as the principal talked to him slowly. His voice was low, slowly letting the words flow from his mouth in an agonizing boring manner.

"So, Finney Blake, I have no choice but to suspend you. After all, you're causing distractions to many of the boys in this school with your, what can I say, unappealing actions."

Finn breathed in heavily, breathing out even heavier. The man in front of him handed over a slip of yellow paper, a tight smile on his face as he stared at Finn. Finn took the piece of paper, frowning as the words 'Suspended for Harassment' caught his eye. He looked back up at the man in front of him, tears clouding his vision as he was signaled to leave the room. He quickly got up, doing as told as he clutched the slip of paper tightly in his right hand.

After leaving the office, Finn had no other choice but to head home. He walked out of the school, tears now falling down his face as he fully comprehended the situation at hand. His dad was going to kill him. Finn bit his bottom lip, not caring in the slightest when the flesh began to bleed. He walked away from the school parking lot, hands stuffed into his pockets along with the yellow slip his principal had handed to him.

When Finn got home, his blood ran cold almost instantly when he spotted the familiar brown van his dad drove. He gulped, hands shaking as he opened his front door. His father was leaned against a nearby counter, a bottle of beer in his hand as he turned and smiled at his son.

"Finney. Do you know what the fuck you've done."

Finn wanted to run straight back out the door, never looking back even when his dad chased him down, which he knew the man would do. But where would he go if he did run? Finn took his hands out of his pocket, cursing at himself when they shook by his sides.

"I-I got s-susp-suspended." The man in front of him laughed at the stutter the boy had, downing the remaining alcohol from the bottle he held tightly in his hand. "That's right. You, Finney Blake, have gotten suspended. All because you can't keep your perverted behaviors to yourself." Finn wanted to tell the man he was wrong. That he wasn't the perverted one at school. That he wasn't the one harassing people. But instead, he choked back a sob.

The older man straightened himself up, slowly turning his body to where it was facing the younger boy. He twirled the alcohol bottle lazily in his hand, a drunken smile on his face as the boy in front of him cried silently. "It seems as though I have to teach you how to properly act. Can't you have embarrassing the family now can I?" Finn instinctively backed up as the man grew closer. He froze when his back hit the door, knowing nothing good was going to come out of the situation. Terrance laughed, stepping closer yet again and stroking a calloused finger against his son's face, wiping a stray tear. Finn let more fall, shrieking in terror and pain when the man in front of him shattered his alcohol bottle on the door behind him. Blood leaked from his head, trickling down his neck and underneath his shirt, staining the back of it a dark crimson red. Terrance grabbed him by the shirt forcefully, beginning to drag him to the living room. Finn gurgled a jumbled of mixture of words, trying his best to free himself of the man's grasp. Terrance threw him onto the floor, watching him disgustedly as he fell face-first into the carpet.