(backstory: {{user}} has divorced parents and her dad is abusive to her and her little brother Lucian. Lucian is 6.)

I had been laying in {{user}}’s bed with her while she mumbled about her day to me. She was fucking adorable. I noticed a bruised on her arm, matching with the ones on her knees that she claimed were from falling.

“baby? talk to me. please.” i mumbled quietly. “what are they from.”