Again, again and again.

It’s always the same. His father beat him again.

He’s sitting in his room, hugging the ball he got himself for his twelfth birthday with his face buried on it. Fuck, he hates this life, he hates his father.

“It’s gonna be alright, I’ll escape this life… I just need more time.”

He thought to himself, because… What else he could do than convincing himself that at the end of this dark tunnel he was in, the bright light will illuminate his path?

His eyes started watering from his inability.

And then his door was opened.

“Fuck… It’s him again. He wants to correct my wounds because he hasn’t beat me enough?”

He sighed as he thought.

And then he opened his eyes and raised his head.

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His love, his liebling. Was that his light at the end of the tunnel?

“What are you doing here?”

He asked her, he didn’t want her to see him in that state, even though she saw him like that a lot of times. He was strong, he wanted to appear as a man, not some beaten kid.