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a past to forget (short story) [hippies and area 77 crew] {part 14}

Quick warning:
-some bloods
-triggering thing I guess (well, I'm triggered, I don't know if you'll do)
-abusive description
-curse words

-3rd person Pov-
     The group glanced around the clearing they are on. They kept looking of where past Grian would be, as Grian himself somehow is gone into thin air, and no one knew what happend to him.

     "Pull up the rose," Scar repeated Grian's last sentence before vanishing into thin air, their only clue on finding past Grian, as he kept looking for a rose bush, thinking it was it.

     "It's useless! There isn't any rose bushes here! Just a weird red flower that is obviously from plastic!" Doc complained, after they have been stuck at this situation for 3 hours straight.

     "Wait, what did you say?" Impulse asked,

     "It's useless, there isn't any rose bushes here?" Doc asked back, quoting his sentence earlier,

     "No, no, after that," Impulse said again,

     "Just a weird red flower that is obviously from plast- wait- oh-" Doc said, finally realizing that the 'rose' is that flower,

     "Well what are we waiting for? Pull it!" Ren said, impatiently. Scar pulled the rose, and a portal appeared out of nowhere.

     The group glanced at each other. A silence followed, as they kept staring t eachother. They are suspicious where the portal might've lead them to, and so, they hoped right into it.

     They appeared in front of a house, a ginormous, but somehow comfortable looking rustic house. They just stared at it in awe, as then they started walking inside.

     "You mistake of a child! Why are you born anyway?!" A female voice hearded, followed by a horrible and hard slap and torturing noises. The group just go towards the sound, and freezed as they saw a child that looks like Grian, being somewhat abused by what the assume was his mother.

     "I-I'm s-sorry, Mother-" little Grian said, as his small body got bruised and cuts all around it. He was shaking in fear, his tears are flowing out, and blood drips all around his wounds.

     "Don't you DARE call me your mother! You piece of shit!" The mother said again, throwing a hard punch towards his body,

     "Mom! Stop! Charles is dieing!" A new voice joined, it looks like Charlie (ya know, from Mumbo's and Iskall's past?), but in a child form.

     "Charlie, dear. Why would you care for him? Go play with Clay (yes as in Dream was taken, shut up, I'm enjoying to make this as a crossover.... I'm working on a book about it- just a head start) in your room," the mother sweetly said, "go away, you brat. You ruined our conversation," the mother spat at Charles, who just nodded and walked away, leaving towards a room, a storage room with a bed,

     Charles sat down at the bed, pulling out a first aid kit, and started to cure his wounds. He looked like a mess. Blood kept coming out of his wounds, his dirty blond hair is looking like a bird nest, his maroon eyes is dull, tears rolling out hus eyes, he is skinny, his clothes are torned, and his skin is so pale.

     "He looks horrible," Doc commented, "I felt really bad for making fun of him in the past now," he countinues, shivering as he tried to forget the times at the civil war, where he is making fun of him that clearly will makes him have flashbacks, and an anxiety and panic attacks.

     "Yeah, me too. We should say sorry to him later," Ren said, looking down at the cold dark oak floor. To their suprise, a knock hearded from the door,