Fought so long

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Flashback

The tree whispered while the wind blew tapping the window, a hulled up Nikolas griped his ear tightly masking the sound of his parents screaming and yell at each other—it has never gone on for this long the 5 year old thought to himself .

Nikolas gather up the courage to get out of his bed, making his way toward the stair case holding on with all his strength. Hearing his mother voice.

"You think I don't know everything thing you've be-" Nikolas held tears back from what he was seeing, his father holding his mother's throat while repeatedly sending heavy blows to her head over and over again. Finally after what felt like an hour he stopped and rapidly left the house.

Nikolas ran to his mothers side holding her bleeding face with his petite hands, her eyes swollen shut all she could do was let out a slight smile. sympathy all he felt but all that came to an end.

"What are you doing boy!" a voice barked.

"N-nothing" Nikolas replied swiftly getting up on his feet.

"Why can't you be more like Ivan?" His father stated in a bitter tone referring to Nik's younger brother.

His father never loved him, his first born. He wanted him to feel pain to feel neglected but a mother's love can save anyone in a heat of a moment while his father never bought him presents but spoil Ivan rotten with gifts, his mother would alway sneak into his bedroom and wake him up the night before with a little box sometimes it was chocolate or key chains of landmarks.

but it was special. The night before she gifted him a chain laced in diamonds of course it was too big and heavy for him so she told to keep it and wait until he was a little older.

"I'm getting sick of you" he spat out before Nikolas could say anything his father snatched him by the arm, his mother yelled out in fear "No no Lucas...take me please!"she cried out trying to force her eyes open.

"Shut your mouth bitch!" He shouted grabbing little Nikolas into the kitchen where he turn on the stove and started heating knives along with hot water bubbling over the flames.

His smirk wired into Nickolas' mind, the rope tied around his little arms so tight his porcelain skin turned red.

Meanwhile his mother was crying for Lucas to spare her son "take me please he's just a baby...please Lucas please I beg of you take me" her cries fill the room as she finds herself crawling through her own pain.

He didn't pay any attention to her cries. Instead he ripped Nicolas' shirt revealing his back the orange coloured hot knife made it way onto his back carving into his skin like a sick art piece, slice after slice, cry after cry, Nikolas passed out from all the pain just to wake up to more torture.

In the corner near the door frame stood a little boy  in fear of what was happening he didn't dare muttered a word , instead he tucked himself back into bed. Close his eyes and listened to the screams until it was over.

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