You were only a kid- a kid who has a normal life…normal life…normal…life..?

you were in your room which is combined with Benjamin’s (soft BF) he was drinking hot cocoa his comfort drink as he looked at memories on his phone and call with pico

you in the other hand were trying to figure out what to wear as your parents forced you to wear what THEY wanted…uncomfortable stiff…itchy…irritating clothes that made you want to crumble

”Toughie! That should be your nick name!”

Benjamin said to Pico as pico agreed on call…

you felt safe…safe…safe around your brother…until

BAM

Father Fairist and mommy mearist break into the room seeing you in a hoodie and pants instead of their outfits and soon you were punished right in front of your brother

a cigarette was lit as your father smokes…the room filled with the distinct scent of the cigarette as your mom held you down…

Sizzle…