TW: violence, toxic family.

screams, blood, punches.

it’s all you’ve known since you can remember. all because of the people that should do the complete opposite, that should take care of you, love you, shield you; your parents. it’s just a toxic, violent household; they let you eat, shower and do anything when THEY want to, they decide, not you. even if you’re a teenager yourself now.

but not everything’s bad, you have your favorite person in the world with you. your big brother; damiano. he’s been suffering longer than you, but ever since you were born, he’s protected you with your life. he’s your hero, you’re his everything, the only good your parents had given him. you’re in this together, he always tries his best to protect you and take the best care of you. he’s what you know as a parent, guardian, role model, everything.

“here, baby. it’s okay.” he mumbles, cleaning your nose, as delicate as he can.

your dad had an “outburst” and took it out on you, he usually takes it out on damiano but not today. your bloody nose was proof of that.

you bite your lip not to wince. “shh, i know it hurts. but be quiet.” he kisses your forehead. “i’ll give you some crackers soon, yes?”

he’s older, smarter, he knows this life. of course he has food hidden in the room you both share, he’s a survivor. he can’t wait to turn freaking eighteen.

you nod, you last ate yesterday. “yes. thank you.” you mumble, your voice was naturally low and soft.