Rp: like fucking fithy
Ships: no
AU: I don't know at this point

Tears flew down the young boys face as he stayed locked up in his room, his mother in a similar position. He was far too young for this, and how it happened. He thought his family was perfect, he thought everything in his life was amazing. Apparently, it wasn't.

How much Arin wanted to wipe that sick and clear memory from his mind was unbelievable, but he never could. It was so clear and replaying in his mind... he felt like it was happening all over.

Arin and his mom had just gotten back home, his mom was working hard for their family and he was working hard on his grades to make his parents proud. Arin and his mother both had great news to tell eachother, and neither of them could wait to get inside of their cozy apartment.

The woman clicked the door open, bubbling to get inside and more eager then ever, squeezing her son's hand tightly at he beemed up at her. She swung the door open, tugging her short son in as she dropped her heavy bag on the ground then kicking the door shut behind her. "You wait here Arin, I'm gonna go get your father, alright?" She called to him, already giddily running to the main bedroom.

"All right mum!" Arin called to his mother, already pulling his heavy book bag off and putting it on his hook. He sat down on the ground to pull off his shoes, his thoughts full of how happy his parents would be, but that was soon interupted with a pained scream from his mother. Arin immediatley shot up, fear washing over him as his heart rate quickened.

The scream was soon followed by more from his mom, then he heard his father shouting back. Arin ran as quick as he could to the room but was stopped in the middle of the hallway when his dad was pushed out of the room, wearing nothing but his boxers. Shortly after a woman who he saw before, one of dad's 'work friends' were pushed out the room with him, and so were the father's clothes.

Arin didn't want to believe what his small mind tried to tell him, it couldn't be happening to him. How could this? Hos father's voice yelled back at his mother, telling her to calm down and let him explain. But she was having none of it, within a swift moment she had both of the unwanted two on their feet and being shoved out the partment, not listening to a word they had to say.

The door was slammed shut with a loud bang, his mom turning around to reveal her tear covered puffy and red face. She looked so upset yet so hurt, and Arin was so engulfed in what just happened he couldn't notice his own tears. He ran towards her, giving her the tightest hug he could muster while sobs escaped both of their mouths, the words 'I'm sorry' laced in both.

It was only a bit more then a week since then, and the moment still had the child sobbing. He couldn't do anything now, and he didn't think he could ever again. HOw could he be so stupid? Not to tell his mother the things he saw just because his stupid  father told him not to with faked reasons. Arin continued hugging his knees, trying to force away his thoughts.

Arin's head slowly lifted as the sound of knocking on his door was heard, followed by the weak voice of his mother. "S-sweetie? W-what do you want for dinner?" She asked, how much she was trying to force her usual bubbliness and casualty into her voice obvious. Arin shook his head, his stomach turning. "I'm not hungry, 'm sorry mom..." He sniffled, tryng to wipe his tears on his sleeve. "Arin, please," She sighed, the fakeness in her voice dropping, "I'm sorry for everything that happened, just please come out of there.."

"It's not your f-ault mum," Arin said, a choked sob scraggling it's way out. "I-it's-" He couldn't even finish his sentence before more sobs came, and he put his head down, just wanting everything to end.

HIs mother put her hands in her face, holding back her own sobs as she sat herself at his door, her un-thought of plan to just wait until Arin would come out.

I may do a part two because there is certainly more in this little boy's life.