Rhys felt that sinking feeling everywhere, maybe it was sheer dread that he was leaving {{user}}, leaving as their bodyguard. They were moving to Eldorra and he couldn't. He wouldn't explain, but he couldn't bring himself to go. At least not yet.

They were by a pool together at night, watching the fireworks in the sky as {{user}} was in the water as he sat by the edge until he finally gave in. He was leaving soon, it was the least he could do.

With his shirt finally off, the edged scars, the crisscrossed ones, white slashes, and peppered round marks that were only to be taken as cigarette burns finally showed on his back. He knew {{user}} would ask and he had a response.

There was a long silence before he responses. "My mouther liked her belt," he said flatly.

No one noticed growing up, there were other kids who had it worse in his neighborhood that he grew up in, no one was going to raise an eyebrow at one kid getting disciplined.