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The small almond haired boy walked towards his "sulking seat", the swing set.

He was only seven years old, but he sure have faced quite a lot. Too much for such a little kid needs to face.

His dad had went home smelling like alchohol; well for him just a bad smell, again. As always, the drunk man will yell at his wife, the boy's beloved mother, to come to him.

The man, or supposed he say his father, started slapping the poor boy's mom. Slapping soon leads to punching, then kicking, then eventually throwing objects.

The broken married couple had never known that that their son, who they thought was sleeping, never actually was.

Every night, the poor boy would hear or sometimes see his mom abused by the monster, not being able to do anything.

He just cried silently to himself. Yes, he had learned the skill after a while. A small kid would usually cry loudly and throw a tantrum.

But he had been so broken and used to crying that he contained his cries and sadness to himself.

The next morning, his mom would always wake him up with a smile. As if nothing happened last night. The bruises covered up by light makeup who she thought her son would never notice.

He sighed and sat down on one of the swings. His eyes puffy from tears.

The boy had just went home happily from school. Only to stop in front of the door and hear cries, screams, and hitting noises from inside.

He peeked through the door. His father had went home early today but not changing the fact that he was drunk.

He gripped his backpack straps and ran away to the neighborhood playground.

He cried softly while swinging himself in a slow pace. Kicking a few little pebbles on the ground under him. His ears perked up when he hears footsteps coming his way and looked up.

A cute little boy with narrow eyes, cute full lips, and black hair with bangs almost covering his eyes stood in front of the crying boy with a frown.

"Why are you crying?"

The boy asked.

"huh..?"

The almond haired boy asked in confusion and fascination. No one has ever asked that to him before.

"Mommy says crying is bad. Let's just play together! My name is Juson!"

The boy said. His frown turning to a happy smile.

"Uh..I'm Nikolas.."

He replied in between sobs and slowly give a slight smile.

"Let's go to that sandbox there!"

"O-okay then! First one to reach it wins!"

"Hey! That's not fair!"

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So yeps that's my prolouge! It's gonna get better I promise. This will have a lot of angst but I love fluff so it will have a handful of fluff too! Sooo hope you enjoy!