Little: Dream (Age unknown)
Cg: Tina
Extras: Dreams mother, father, and sister.
Tw/Cws: Domestic violence/abuse, child abuse, injury, blood, yelling, Dreams real name is used (Clay). Also, the word 'remember' is used a lot and I personally get irritated at repetitive words so y'know just in case. (There's barely regression in this one)
Note: This is a flashback chapter to 'Childhood' so it's kinda heavy, this is also a vent of sorts (do not ask if I'm okay) so be aware of that and just be kind please
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He still remembers the dark nights where he sat awake on his bed, despite the late hour, listening to the shouts from a room over. The walls weren't as thin as his parents thought.
He remembers listening closely, making sure it was only yelling and nothing else.
He remembers the first night that it was something else.
He remembers the yelling stopping abruptly after a loud bang, he remembers feeling panicked and scared. He remembers running to their room.
Walking into that room and seeing his mother on the floor, bloody with glass surrounding her on the ground, made him have a realization.
His father was hurting his mother.
His Father was Hurting his Mother.
His mother, who cares for him and loves him. His sweet, kind, beautiful mother.
It made him remember all those times that he's heard him tell her that he loves her. How could he though? How could you hurt somebody that you love?
He remembers yelling at his dad, saying everything that he thought and felt in that moment.
He doesn't remember what he said exactly, it was years ago after all, but he knows it was bad.
It was bad enough for him to end up on the floor next to his mom at least, one hand holding his steadily bruising cheek and the other bloody from breaking his fall.
He remembers his dad yelling at him, calling him names and cursing at him. He had started crying at some point but he didn't know if it was because of his injury or the words.
Somewhere, in the back of his head, he was hoping that his sister was okay. He was hoping that she couldn't hear what was happening, that she wouldn't walk in and see this.
He could faintly hear his mom trying to console his dad. "Clay is a child, he doesn't understand. Stop yelling at him." She said, her voice gentle but firm.
His dad weakly protested but she left no room for arguments.
She helped him off the floor and took him to the bathroom to clean them up. He was just glad that the yelling had stopped.
"I'm sorry mama." He mumbled, his head low. His mother was a bit surprised at the name but smiled gently.
"For what love? You helped me, I should be the one saying sorry." His moms voice was so comforting to him.
"I don't know." He murmured and his mom just laughed, a beautiful noise. He was suddenly glad that he looked and sounded more like her, same dirty blond hair and olive green eyes and charming voice.
"I love you mama." His mom looked at him then and her eyes teared up. "I love you more Clay, more then you know."
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Now, cuddled up besides Tina on the couch, Dream doesn't have to worry about that anymore.
His mother is safe now and his father is far away and things are better than before.
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A/N: I wanted to do a flashback chapter, so I did. Also, this book doesn't have a specific storyline so none of the chapters are connected unless I say otherwise -T☆
Word count: 618
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