Colby was home an hour late, too busy with Sam to keep track of time.
The beating lasted longer as punishment. The screaming making his father's voice raw and broken, much like how Colby feels inside.
The bruises no longer looked or felt like paint. The beatings no longer felt like art. It was nothing compared to the real art Sam created.
For the first time in years, Colby cried.
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Paint *Solby*
FanfictionA broken boy who pictures himself as a canvas A struggling artist who has lost inspiration Trigger Warning, intense scenes with description of abuse and violence. Read at your own risk.
