Warning: mentions of suicide.

The young boy peered through the crack in the doorway to his parent's bedroom. They had been arguing for half an hour now, yelling, swearing, you name it, they were probably doing it. The boy was only six, and he had been subjected to way too many things, things that a six year old shouldn't have to experience. He had heard all of their fights, he had even seen mommy slap daddy once. And it was hard, not just like a light tap, no, it produced a loud noise along with a bruise that stayed for about a week.

He remembers his parents names being.. Chase? And Stacy was it? He couldn't remember clearly but he was sure that's what they were.

Upon hearing his name, he listened closer, being sure not to give himself away.

"SAM IS ONLY SIX FOR GOD'S SAKE, STACY! CAN'T WE GET ALONG FOR HIM?! UNLIKE YOU, I WANT HIM TO HAVE A NORMAL CHILDHOOD, NOT ONE WHERE HE'S CONSTANTLY SUBJECTED TO OUR ROUTINE FIGHTS." Chase breathes heavily, and it was very obvious that he was out of breath. He bit his lip as tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

"Oh pull your head out from your ass and stop being so full of yourself, Chase. We both know it's YOUR fault we have these nightly fights. You're lucky I don't call the cops on you, you know that? And Sam, bless his soul, but he might need to be put up for adoption because of how dangerous you are. No wonder your brother killed himself." Stacy narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. Both Chase and Sam gasped, Sam covering his mouth, fearful that he might've revealed himself. Daddy? In jail with all of those other naughty criminals? No.. no dad...? Sam thought.

Chase's cheeks turns bright red as tears uncontrollably fell from his now bloodshot eyes. "YEAH?! WELL SEAN WAS MORE SUPPORTIVE THAN YOU'LL EVER BE!"

With that, Chase let out a short breath, almost sob-like and stormed out of the room. Sam watched as his father cried and dragged himself downstairs, doing god knows what. "D-daddy?" He stuttered before the door he was standing in front of shut with a loud slam. Sam knew what to do, it was risky, because he was technically supposed to be in bed, but he hated seeing his dad in pain.

Sam stumbled down the wooden steps, almost falling a few times but he regained his balance. "Daddy?" He called out once he was at the bottom and in the living room. He didn't need an answer; he immediately spotted Chase right after he said that, in the corner of the room curled up in a ball, almost being crushed by the tv stand. He had his knees yo to his chest with his arms wrapped around them, and his head rested in his knees. Sam smiled brightly as he ran over.

"Daddy daddy! Are you okay?" He cheered as he ran over and sat in front of his dad. Chase shot his face up to look at his son, his face red and stained with salty tears, his eyes red and bloodshot from the sobbing of the memories of his deceased brother. "Sam! Buddy! You shouldn't be up this late! Why are you down here..?" Chase asked, concerned. "I heard you and mommy fighting." Sam replied nonchalantly. "I wanted to see if you were okay."

Chase let his knees fall and sighed. "I'll be fine, Sammy." He smiled as he looked up at the young boy. "It's just.. Sean was my brother. I loved him, so, so much. He was one of the only people in my life who actually cared about me. He was my best friend. Just like you have Tim. He's your best friend, right?" Sam nodded, Chase smiled. "Exactly like that. But..." Chase suddenly stopped as he choked on air, thinking about the horrific, traumatizing experience. "But he's... he's.. no longer with us..." Chase bit his lip as a sob escaped his closed lips, bringing one of his knees up to his chest once again. "He's gone.. and I can never see him again..."

Here's the story, just as Chase and Sean both hit their early twenties, Sean had committed suicide. Chase was visiting for the weekend and just before he left his house, he had texted Sean to let him know he was on his way. Sean ended the conversation in a way that was very odd to Chase, he had said 'Goodbye Chase, I love you so much. Remember that.' Chase just assumed Sean was having one of those sappy moments where you realize how much you love someone and can't contain it. Chase replied with; 'Of course, and I love you too!'.

As soon as Chase arrived, he opened the front door to the living room, and there lid Sean. Cold, lifeless. There was a giant hole in his neck where blood was oozing out of. He was covered in the stuff. Chase remembers clearly his immediate reaction, his reaction of pain and sadness. He spent hours trying to wake him up, he even broght him to the hospital.

He was dead.

There was no going back.

Chase had cried and cried the rest of the day that day.

Life had never been the same since.

Sam started to cry as well, tears flowing down his small cheeks. Chase noticed and hugged him tightly. "Shhh Sammy it's gonna be okay. Daddy's got you. I love you, so much. And even though Sean is gone, we've gotta keep a positive mental attitude for him, okay?" Chase smiled through the pain he was reliving as he watched Sam wipe the tears off of his face. He nodded. "Okay. I wish I could meet him." Chase smiled again. "He would've LOVED you."

There was a few minutes of silence before Sam finally spoke.

"Hey, if you and mommy argue so much, why are you still together?"

Chase sighed. "Your mommy and I love each other very much. You don't have to worry about that." He patted Sam's shoulder. "Now head to bed, it's late. I'll take you out for ice cream tomorrow, okay?"

Sam smiled and nodded. "Okay. I love you daddy."

"I love you too, Sam."