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Kinich pov
That night, the nightmares seemed to stop, instead of memories of his father's death, the beatings he received, or the other awful things he's experienced during his childhood, he was.. with his mother...
His father stormed out the house, slamming the door shut. Against the wall was a sobbing Kinich, he tried wiping away the tears with his hand but they wouldn't stop, they kept flowing down like an endless waterfall. Bruises and small bleeding cuts adorned his small body, which trembled by each shaky breath he took.
In his moments of pain and sadness, he felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder. He pressed himself more against the wall, trying to look smaller and avoid the physical contact. He slowly opened his eyes, scared of who he'll see and saw that he accidentally mistook his mother's touch to his father's. That just showed how shaken he was...
"Don't worry, It's just me, you're okay now, he won't hurt you anymore...", her sweet tone made him calm down a bit. She gently wrapped her arms around his trembling body, holding him so he sat on her lap and started running her fingers in his black hair, attempting to calm him down.
Little Kinich continued sobbing, his tears slightly wetting his shirt,"I-I didn't d-do anything...w-why does he...", he cut himself off by another sob, burying his head into his mother. Trying to bottle up his emotions but they kept overflowing.
"Shh... It's okay, you're okay now, don't cry Kinich...", she tried to sooth the weeping child in her arms. She leaned her head down so she could press a gentle kiss on his head.
Little Kinich looked up at her, tears still streaming down his face and staining his cheeks, "C-could we run a-away..? I d-don't wanna be with him a-anymore... I don't want him t-to hurt us.."
His mother's eyes showed a glint of sadness from his words. She understood his feelings, for she also felt them too, "I'm.. afraid not.. If we do, he'll try to find us, and if he does, he'll do something way worse then what he already does..."
She slowly stood up, lifting him along with her arm, she walked to the bed in the corner, setting him down, "I'll be back in a minute, okay?"
She walked towards a box, pulling out a first aid kit. She walked back to him, crouching down to his level and opening the kit. She took out bandaids, and some wipes. First she cleaned the cuts and then placed the bandaid, she let her fingers linger on his arm, remembering something, "Oh, I have something for you."
