𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮|

chapter 03

diving straight into the kinich angst with this one :']

warning: mentions of, sexual assult, child abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, panic attacks, blood, and dissociation

some fluff at the very end :]

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I woke up in a daze, my mind a flurry of confusion and unrest. I swiveled my head to check my surroundings, finding myself still in my home. I took a deep breath, the stench of alcohol and smoke permeating in my lungs. I shivered, noticing muffled cry's and sobs coming from my mother and fathers room, accompanied by painful moans and screaming. I shut my eyes tight, wishing I wasn't there, wishing I was somewhere else, far away from here and the horrible things that happened here.

it was nights like these that made me wish I was never born at all.

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"kinich, sweetie. go get cleaned up for dinner" my mothers voice rang in my ears like a bell, her soft and soothing voice putting me at ease. my body had been bruised to a point where I could barely tell what was my normal skin tone, and what was the bruised flesh from my fathers seemingly endless beatings

"yes ma'am" I nodded, noticing how my mothers shoulders slumped every time I called her that. I had gotten into the habit of calling my parents ma'am and sir, as to not upset my father. so far, it worked pretty well at keeping him in a decent mood. but that wouldn't last long as he had a very short temper, and would get violent at any minor inconvenience

he would either use mother as a tool to burn off any pent up anger, or direct his violent tendencies to me. beating me till I could barely keep my eyes open

usually, however, my mother would take the brunt of his beatings. they usually lasted hours. I knew my mom let him do it to protect me, and I felt horrible for it. I wanted to protect her for once, to keep her safe from the ravaging beast that was unfortunately my father.

one night, I could see my mother packing a bag, tears streaming down her face as she did so

"mom?" she snapped her head towards me, her eyes puffy and red from crying. she came over to me, a forced smile on her lips

"go back to bed my son, I'll be back soon. I promise..." with that, she had dissapeared out the door. and I never saw her again after that

she broke her promise to me, and my heart.

I rarely showed any emotions, deeming them useless to me. if all they would do was earn me beatings and insults thrown my way, then I would wipe away any human emotions. never to be tainted by the pain and sorrow it brought me again

on my seventh birthday, I tried asking my father the whereabouts of my mother. which earned me a scrutinizing glare, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol and drugs. he leaned closer to my face, puffing a cloud of smoke into my vision, making me cough.

"don't you dare talk about that slut you little shit" he hissed, his words slurred and hateful. he grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up as I cried out in pain

"I'll teach you a lesson to talk like that to your father, I wish your mother never even gave birth to you. worthless pile of garbage" he spat, his words stinging like acid. in all honesty, some part of me felt like he was right, that I was completly useless. I somehow managed to drive my own mother away for archons sake

at least now she was safe, away from my father and his brutal beatings

I gasped as he attempted to swing at me with his free hand, missing terribly as his accuracy was messed up due to the mass ammounts of alcohol he had ingested. I took this as an opportunity to wiggle out of his grasp, falling to the floor with a thud. I wasted no time scrambling to my feet, and making my way to the door

I knew this routine all too well, he would get mad, I would run, and run, and run, untill he eventually caught me. and gave me the beating of my life for it.

but today was different...

I huffed as I moved my legs as fast as I possibly could, not caring to look behind me to see if my father had caught up or not. I was too focused on getting away. the wind whipped my hair in my face, the cool air refreshing my face and lungs as I pressed on. after a while, when the adrenaline had left my body, I finally turned to see that my father wasn't behind be. a devastating feeling washed over me as I walked towards the edge of a cliff, looking down to see my father. in a jumbled up pile of bones and bloody flesh. the image alone was enough to send shivers down my spine. my heartbeat quickening, and my vision becoming blurry as tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I hurriedly made my way down the cliff, making extra sure to be careful as I decended.

the bloody sight only got worse as I got closer, his bones petruding out of his skin in a ungodly manner. I wanted to throw up at the sight, but sucked it in. I held tears as I grabbed my fathers grappling hook, and lifted his limp body above my shoulder

I will never, forget that day. the day I finally gained my freedom. but at what cost...

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I sat up in fear, waking up in a cold sweat. my heart beating rapidly and my vision somewhat distorted. I felt my arms tingle, archons I hated that feeling. why now? why did this have to happen now?? everything is so loud I cant fucking stand it-

"hey...hey!" a distorted, but familiar voice ringing in my ears. not too soon after, I felt a warm presence wrap around me and pulling me in

is this what it felt like to die? was I finally going to be free from this suffering...

"hey..hey it me.." I recognized the voice as Ajaws, my vision and the ringing in my ears dying down. I looked up at the source of the voice, my eyes feeling weaker and weaker as his voice soothed me

"its alright, I'm here..its ok" he shushed, which reminded me of those times my mother comforted me. I felt tears prick at my eyes, as my body melted into his touch. my breathing eventually steadied, feeling Ajaws gently run his fingers through my hair. the action was soothing enough for my eyes to fully close, as I let out a final sigh before drifting off to sleep

"its okay, I'm here. you're gonna be ok now..."