| Innocent or Down Bad? | HUMAN AU (Winterwatcher)

| INTRODUCTION FOR WINTER |

     It was going to be the first day of high school tomorrow. Winter sitting at the enormous dining table listening his parents orders.

They were yapping about how he should act and what he would do on the first day. He hated it. 

He and his family lived in a huge mansion. His father, Narwhal, was a front commander of the FBI. His mother, Tundra, was the CEO of a very famous business.

His twin sister, Icicle was always the main and biggest bully in every school since the 3rd grade. His older brother, Hailstorm. The only one whom cared for him, was gone. He was constantly told he was just in jail but it was a clear lie. But it was in the past. Not for him though. 

Then himself, Winter Whitelock. The last and the Least if told by his family. He was Icicles twin obviously which he despised. He had a glowy whitish brushed hair. Pale skin all around and an striking face which was covered with bruises and marks.

The only reason why was his family. They absolutely despised him. He was the least favorite. Well he wouldn't say least favorite. Just most hated and the only hated. 

His whole body was covered in bruises and marks. Toes to head. He would always wear a baggy hoodie and long pants to cover it all. He could report to the police about it but of course his dad was the commander of the police (or FBI) and his father and mother would kill him if he ever did, also mentioning his sister.

Winter didn't fully understand why they despised him so much, he tried not to affect his family so much but every single thing he did was moderated by his family. 

He was sitting on a modern cushioned chair with his head down and listening to his parents. He had a red hand mark on his cheek made by his father.

" Hide your marks. If any of them get shown, me and your mother would be in Big trouble. And between you and me.. You know what'll be going on with both of us." Winter nodded slowly without looking at his fathers glare.

" LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!!" Narwal harshly seized Winter's head. 

Winter felt like he was about to burst tears from his blue eyes by how hard Narwal yanked his hair. He then noticed his facial expression.

" Can't take a little disiplin now!?" Narwhal shouted, slamming his fist onto the wooden table.

" He's getting weaker by the way. Once he gets to school it's over for our whole family." His mother tsked, holding a wine glass in her delicate pale hands. Winter's mother was just like his father, just less violence and more disappointed.

" IF I SEE ONE TEAR AND YOUR HEAD WOULD BE PLANTED INTO THIS TABLE!!" Narwhals grip on Winter's hair got tighter. The pain swirled into Winter's head giving him a massive headache. 

Winter caught a glance at Icicle. Icicle was just a few feet away from him wearing a huge happy grin on her pale pretty face. Winter knew that Icicle was obviously enjoying this. Icicle was even worse than each of his parents.

Only because she was just like them combined together. Always disappointed in everything he does like mother and would always choose violence towards Winter like his father. Icicle caught Winter's glance and returned him with the most intimidating glare. Winter then returned his eyes back to his fathers. 

He regretted it. His fathers glare went right through him. His face was very identical to Hailstorm. He despised how the only person in the world who cared about him had the same face planted onto a person who would threaten to kill him everyday and injure him every hour.

Winter and Narwal held a staring contest between each other. Winter tried his best to keep his tears in. But he couldn't hold it in anymore.

A small warm teardrop dripped down his cheek to his jawline.

*BANG*

A loud slam echoed through the house. Winter raised his head away from the table. There was a small trickle of blood laying on the slim table.

Now he had even more tears bursting through his eyes. He touched his forehead delicky. There was red blood pouring out, luckily it was just a little bit. There was also blood pouring down through his nose.

" CAN'T HANDLE A LITTLE BLOOD!?!" His father yelled, slapping him on the same spot on the cheek once again. Winter yelped slightly by it.

" You're such a wimp." His father whispered. He'd punch Winter in the face, blowing him down to the floor.

" GO TO YOUR ROOM AND I BETTER NOT SEE YOU!!!" Winter quickly scrambled away. He'd go through the steps quickly and into his room. He slammed the door and jumped onto his mattress.

He'd cry into his red stained pillow with his body covered with a black sheet. He'd had to go to school tomorrow with some bruises again.