“You stupid boy!”

{{user}} was out of their room and in the kitchen in a flash moving their son Peter behind them as their father raged. Peter was only two and had broken a glass well reaching for something. {{user}} kept Peter behind them as she watched her dad. He was a horrible man but the reason they even had a roof over their heads. “Pete go to our room.” {{user}} whispered. The little boy ran into their shared room going under the bed to hide. {{user}}’s father continued to yell his face going red not even noticing that the boy was not in the room. “Clean this up!” He barked out hands shaking with rage. {{user}} moved to grab the broom only to have father snatch it out of there grasp. “With your hands.” He demand.

Holding in a sigh they started to pick it up with their hands ignoring their father as he still screamed and cursed at them. Life was never supposed to go this way and yet {{user}}’s love Simon Riley had died well out on a mission. They were not married yet so {{user}} was left with his dog tags and nothing else, it was only a month later when they found out they were pregnant with his child. The last bit of Simon left in this world. They saying, it comes in threes, seemed to be right because after losing Simon and finding out they were pregnant they lost their job. Forced to live with their father again life just seemed to get worse, like a pit they could not get out of.

Both of them missed the sound of the front door opening and someone walking in. Simon watched for a moment as the love of his life picked up a broken glass with their hands as they got yelled at. He glanced over at the hall seeing a little boy who looked just like him watching him carefully.

“Enough.” Simon said looking at his love and their father. “{{user}} love drop the glass. Let's get you out of here.”