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72- they're not cowards

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this chapter adresses some really big topics, and and i just wanted to talk about this. this chapter covers relationship abuse. against both males and females. theres nothing much to be said on female abuse, apart from if it is happeneing to you, please speak up. go straight to the police, they will protect you, heck, you could talk to me, and i will support you. then, we have male abuse. guys, if you are being abused by your girlfriend, YOU ARE NOT WEAK. tell someone! women can be decieving, manipulative and venemous, and i'm a girl myself. we have the advantage of you being unable to defend yourselves for fear of becoming the abuser. speak up for yourself. please.

hiccup is 23

south's p.o.v

i sit, scrolling through instagram in my boredom. my manager is on my other side, talking to someone on the phone who is wanting me to come speak at an event. i'm an advocate for womens relationship abuse, talking at conferences and events. i love my life, and how it's played out after what happened to me. i come across a post on the abuse tag i follow. there, is a man around my age speaking. it's on mute, so i unmute it and plug in my headphones. he's talking about male relationship abuse, and how it's okay for men to speak out. i scroll to the description and see a boatload of tags, as well as a link to an account. i click on it, to see i'm now on a verified accout named Hiccup.H.Haddock.III. i scroll through some of his posts, seeing photos of places he's been, as well as videos of conferences and interviews, magazine shoots, and then, a photo of him, shirtless. along his chest and arms are scars, red and white against his pale skin. from burn scars, cut scars and belting scars. the caption is

'every story is different, mine included. i have suffered many traumas, and i am not alone. speak out for them, you may be their last hope' i feel tears in my eyes as i take off my headphones and place my phone down, resting my hand against my lips.

"hey so you're booked for... are you okay?" my manager, astrid, says. i look up and nod.

"yeah, um... i just found something on instagram that kinda hit home" i show her the images. astrid frowns.

"hiccup haddock. i went to school with him." i gasp

"you did? what was he like?"

"he's an amazing man, we fell out of contact a few years back. he's smart, kind, sarcastic to boot, he was my best friend." she ponders.

"wow. he's the number one advocate on male abuse. maybe i could do an interview with him. i mean, i do abuse against women, he does abuse against men. it would do us both some good, i think" i tell her. she thinks then nods.

"good idea. you should contact him" i nod.

"i will. now, what about that conference?"

that evening

i go onto his instagram profile and follow him, before going onto messages. i send him this:

'hello, my name is south grimborn. i watched a few of your interviews and i couldn't help but feel... motivated, in a way. i am a spokesperson on relationship abuse against women, and you are a spokesperson for abuse against men. i feel we could really help one another. what do you think about oragnising a conference or interview with the both of us talking about abuse in general. thank you!' then, i set my phone down. while i'm brishing my hair, my phone pings and lights up with a message. i squeak and grab my phone. he messaged me back! i quickly open it to see the following reply: