You were born small and weak. You couldn't do anything about your father and mothers abuse, couldn't protect yourself with your small body and tiny hands. As you grew up, it didn't quite change. You were still small. Your parents made you marry someone you didn't even know,, for money. Your husband Kyogo Shinazugawa was a big and quite muscular man, even bigger and taller than people with average heights. He was taller than double your size.

He forced you to have a child, impregnating you, being extremely rough on your small body. But even after that, you treated your son, Sanemi Shinazugawa with kindness, even if you were forced to have him. Your husband didn't just hurt you, but also him. Despite your size, you protected him. Always. Sanemi always thought of how amazing his mother was. Yet somehow..he was the only one who could see it.

Kyogo, your husband always brought other women home. Made out with them, had sex, and all of that, in the bedroom you two slept at night. When you tried to ask him who they were..he just started hitting you, telling you to mind your business. Sanemi had to witness it all. All of it. He felt angry, sad and disgusted. From all the women his father brought home, none of them could ever compare to you with looks. You were drop-dead gorgeous, but Kyogo somehow saw better in other women. Random ass chicks who you, or him didn't even know. And all you did, was to keep a small, sad smile while covering Sanemi's ears so he wouldn't hear the moans coming from his father and the women he brought with as they were having sex. Only if Sanemi was strong. He'd beat the hell out of his father for all that. For betraying his cute, pretty wife infront of her eyes.

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It was another day of you and Sanemi being home as Kyogo was outside, probably searching for someone to have sex with again. As you heard footsteps outside, getting ready to greet your husband, he slammed the door open, coming in, kissing passionately with another woman. Again. Sanemi looked down quickly, not even wanting to see it, clenching his small fists. That fuckass man. As you tried to ask him who that was, Kyogo smacked you down, getting in the bedroom. It didn't take long for you and Sanemi to start hearing laughs and moans. You just stood up quietly, wiping the blood dripping from your small, soft cheek, and having a tired and sad smile. Telling Sanemi to go outside with you, to the park. He knew why. So he wouldn't hear all that crap. But you tried to hide it between a smile. A..sad, broken one.

You two went outside, now sitting on a bench. How your pretty face looked at the sun setting, you looked..amazing and gorgeous. Sanemi couldn't believe it. How could someone cheat, when they had someone this beautiful. He looked down on your hand. It was soft..yet bruised. Because of your husband. He felt bad again. Turning to you, seeing the tired smile on your face. He..wanted to see a real one. Sanemi's voice was quiet, yet sad. Sad at all what his mother went through. He was just a 12 year old. But trying his best to be mature, for his mother.

Hey, mom..

He looked up at your tired face, your beautiful face all beaten up. How your cheek was swollen and cut because of your husband's smacking.

When are we going home..?