chapter 11

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(Tw abuse / self harm / language / verbal abuse / violence )

This can't be happening.
Not again at least.

The cold floor makes contact with my feet. The smell of alcoholic filled the room. I flinch as a loud crash happens I close my eyes to the loud noise and I slowly open them. There was a beer bottle bottle shattered onto the floor. With beer splattered on the floor. Also.

This wasnt the first time this had happend but. Father promised never do it again. Clearly it was a lie.

(Flash back)
The small boy curled up in the living room. Covering his ears trying to sound out the fight. As warm tears fell down his freckled face. He notices the taller figure infront of him.

He looks up to the taller figure. His father.
"Wipe those damn tears your such a fucking baby. Be a man" his father says harshly to the smaller boy.

As tears kept falling from his eyes. It angered his father more.
"I told you to stop. You never listen to me. I guess we will have to fix that." His father says pulling the smaller boy up by his collar.

He picks up his hand. And clenches it. Making a fist. Planting it into the smaller boys face. His eye already turning black and blue. As more tears fell from the child.

You could hear the mothers cries. Yelling at him to stop. But he just won't, the alcohol has taken over. After more punches. He throws the smaller boy into the wall.

Making him scream out in pain. "Disgusting. " his father says as he kicks him in the stomach making the smaller boys cries turn into sobs.

"Who could ever love a child like you? With ur disgusting freckles no wonder you dont have friends. I wish you were never born." The taller figure said. With no emotion.

The smaller boy sobbing clenching his stomach. As the words "disgusting freckles" and "I wish you were never born" echo through his head over and over again.

(End of flashback)

I look over to wear my father and mother were. My mom was bleeding from her nose. Showing that he already got some hits in.

I was to late.

I run over to my mom. Trying not step on any glass. Then she notices me "yama baby go upstairs. Its okay" my mom chokes out. Weakly.

"Mom.." I say softly as my father grabs one of the shards from the broken beer bottle,  going for my mother's face. I quickly throw my hand out infront of my moms face.

I feel a sharp pain go through my lower arm. Which made me tear up. Closing my eyes shut to the pain.

"You really shouldnt have done that." My father says as he walks over to me leaving my mother alone.

"No please dont. Hes just a boy!" My mom yells at my dad. Sobbing. Falling to the floor.

"SHUT UP!" My father says angrily. Walking towards me. I start to back up walking backwards. Feeling a pain in my foot from stepping on a glass shard.

I hit the wall behide me which was next to the staircase. My father starts to walk closer. You could see the fear in my eyes. Wondering what he would do next. A small tear fell down my face.

My father wipes it. "What did I say about crying?  I would think you learned from the last time. Guess I have to teach it again" my father says taking his hand away from my face and making a fist.

Planting it into the boys face. "Please stop." I choke out between cries. Tsukki please help Me.

"Dont tell me what to fucking do." My father says. As his anger starts to boils even more. I start to cry out. "TSUKKI!" I cry out not as loud as I wanted it to be. But loud enough for him to hear.

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