That Night..

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You sat on your bed with your legs crossed staring at the floor, Mommy and Daddy were fighting again. Your parents were abusive towards you, they would hit you and yell at you if you did something wrong or they would hit you whenever they wanted. Hearing the dreadful screeches from your mother arguing with your father most probably about money, you slipped off your bed to open the door a crack so you could see what was going on. Tiptoeing to the edge of the stairs you peek around the corner to see your mother and father yelling at each other, your father just going over the edge of patience with your mother. Peeking a bit closer you see that he finally snapped.

*SLAP*

You winced as you saw your father slap your mother as she fell on the floor, he than began kicking her until she became unconsious you gasped when your father looked at you with a murderous face. "_______ dear do you want to play?~" he says in a sickly sweet voice, your eyes widen as you run back to your room with your father on your tail. "c'mon _____ don't you want to play just like your mother?

"NO!" you shout as you slam your door shut and blocking it with your toy chest and chair, hearing your father pound at the door you try to find a way out. Your eyes are darting furiously around the room until they stopped at your window, Yes? No? theres no choice. Running to the window you pry it open with your small fingers and you climb on the frame, you then remembered you left your favourite stuffed animal (Insert Stuffed Animal's Name) on your bed so you dashed to your bed snatching it and running back to the window just as your father broke through the door and was coming towards you.

'It's now or never' you think as you jump out the window, luckily there was a tree so you grabbed a branch scraping your arm but you were able to hold on as your father cursed and stamped his foot. He soon left the room leaving you hanging on the branch clutching (Insert Stuffed Animal's Name), you climb down one branch and then one by one you make your way down the tree. The last branch snapped when you climbed on it causing you to fall painfully on your ankle hearing a crack.

"OWWIIIEE" you squealed in pain as you clutched your injured ankle, biting your lip to hold back tears you get up and start limping down the sidewalk, you reached the end of the street when your anke was in unbearable pain and you were near to passing out from the pain. Thats when you spotted a faint figure from across the street..a woman, "H-help me miss please!" you wail before you see darkness overcomes you.

[2P!Mexico's POV] 

I walked down the street with my bloody butterfly knife twirling around my fingers, "That gringo Al owes me money now that I completed his stupid job" I sighed with a scowl on my face. I then heard some faint wailing from not too far from me so I adjusted the grip on my knife ready to attack if it was those pinche Axis, I walk closer to the wailing noise hoping it's not a trap. Crossing the street I see something on the ground, inspecting closer I saw that it was a 5 or 6 year old niña ,I don't really know, wailing looking like she was in pain and she was at the edge of passing out but before she did she wailed one last thing "H-help me miss please!". Now I was the type of person who would leave them there on the ground for my own pleasure, but this was a small girl who couldn't fend for herself and it looked like she was injured. Sighing in irratation I bent over and gently lifted the small girl into my arms and started walking down the sidewalk, "Damn Al and Matt are gonna tease me till I die for this" I groan as I adjusted the girl in my arms to make it more comfortable for her. I then start heading towards my team The Allies house...yeah we live together in a house..one girl and 6 men... My thoughts were interupted when the girl clutched my leather jacket with her tiny fist, I looked at her and blushed faintly....

"You're lucky niña.."

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