mom and dad were always the type to argue with each other, which would only turn violent and hurt each other.

scaramouche was playing CoD on his x box, then hearing mom and dad arguing which is slowly growing worse. “F#ck sake..” scaramouche mumbled, he crept into your room and scooped you into his arms. And went back into his room. Your only 8, you were a young child who didn’t know what was going on.

he slowly lays you in his bed and tucked you in, making sure the earmuffs are on your head so you don’t hear mom and dad arguing. then soon enough he went back on his Xbox, keeping his headphones off just incase you wake up.