𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱. . .vsoo

III

HIS FATHER slowly gave up on his own son. He would often regret his existence, if he didn't come she wouldn't have left.. Everytime he sees him, he would remind her, which only makes his life even more miserable.

Slowly, he would turn his pain and stress into anger, and let it out by using violence, from destroying objects, chairs, vases, lamps.. to destroying his son. Child abuse started to be a part of the family routine.

The bruses and scars would attract passers-by to stare and glare, but none asked about it. The school bullys would tease him about the wounds－or perhaps making them become deeper.

The young boy would lock himself in his bedroom, cry all day until there's no more tears left for him to shed. This was his childhood, cold and lonely.

No one wants me.

One day, the day when his father finally couldn't bear to see his own child anymore, he sent him to a place far, far away, away from the hate, away from the pain.