**His name is written; last name, 'Takara', first name, 'Bricriu'**
Crack!
"How dare you talk back to me!"
The boy did not bother moving from his crumpled position on the floor.
"Get up"
He twitched, but his body screamed in pain. He made no effort to move after that.
Crunch!
His foster father's steel capped boot slammed into his ribs. He whimpered.
"I said, GET UP"
Shaking, he dragged himself onto his knees, pushed his weight onto one foot and rose. He stared his abuser in the eye, not bothering to keep the blank, broken expression out of his eyes.
"Submit"
(lower your eyes).
"No"
(The first word he had said to his foster father that wasn't begging).
He was sick of being beaten and screamed at. He was already broken, so why should he care anymore?
(He shouldn't).
A fist connected with his cheek and he was sent flying into a porcelain white wall.
"No"
He spat blood on the floor.
A hand grabbed the back of his school uniform, pulling him back to the man.
A smooth, round object brushed his shoulder. A beer bottle. As it had many times before, the bottle fell in an arc downwards before coming in contact with his shoulder. He screamed. The bottle smashed.
"Takara Bricriu" His foster father growled.
Sharp points penetrated his clothing.
"Who taught you to say no to me?"
He felt warm blood trickle down his back. The man tutted.
"I guess I'll have to reeducate you"
A thrust and pain sparked in his vision, spread like wild fire through his body. Bricriu turned his head, gritting his teeth to stop the scream that threatened to escape his lips. And then, he spoke.
"The man behind you"
He heard his foster father stiffen as a tell tale ending beep of a camera recording echoed through the room.
Bricriu looked at the violet eyed teacher. They made eye contact, then everything went black.
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"Why do you have to leave?"
"It's only temporary" He smiled and stroked the boy's strawberry blonde hair, "And I'll see you around"
"But why do you have to go?"
"Because your father asked me to"
I'm sorry.
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Fanfiction"Why do you have to leave?" "It's only temporary" He smiled and stroked the boy's strawberry blonde hair, "And I'll see you around." "But why do you have to go?" "Because your father asked me to." And so did someone else but no one has to know that...
