A/n: just to say that this chapter will be in Trystan's PoV to get to know about his past.

Trystan

I was 7 years old, when my parents got divorced and from there it just went down hill. I stayed with my mother, but every other weekend I'd stay with my father. At first it was fine, and then came the alcohol and everything I knew about my father being loving and kind proved to be wrong. The first time he hit me it was a year into the divorce and the day before my 8th birthday, I had to pretend the day of my birthday party (the next day) that nothing had happened. Somehow I had to cover up my bruises that were on my arms and face, which my father had given me and I did.

You're probably wondering how I managed to cover it up, but before you said it, I didn't use make-up, I actually wore a long sleeved t-shirt and since one of the bruises was close to my eye I used sunglasses to cover it up.

From that day when the abuse started, it never really stopped. In fact it just got worse.

It carried on and on and I would beg my mother to let me stay at his house let often so I didn't have to be hit and had to deal with my father and alcohol. In fact I almost told my mother when I was around 10 years old, but my father stopped me when he walked into the room as he was around my mother's house to talk more about custody rights for me. He had disappeared from the room and I thought it was the perfect time to tell my mother. I would have told her years before, but I didn't understand when I was 8 years old and I was also scared that he was going to find out and would hit me even more because of it...

*Flashback to 5 years ago*

... He and my mother sat down in the kitchen of my mother's house talking about how he should get to see me more often of me and to do that they should go to court. I was eavesdropping on the conversation because I didn't want my mother to agree to this. The conversation I overheard went something like this:

"Why do you want more custody of our son, you never cared about him when we were together so why do you all of a sudden want to take more care of him now that he's almost a teenager. The only reason why you'd do something like this is if you were hiding something. What the hell are you hiding?"

"I am hiding nothing, now keep your fat mouth shut and let us go to court so I can see my son more often!"

"Not a chance in hell, he's acting strangely, every time he comes home from your house he's always wrapped up and covered up as if he's hiding something. I'm most certain you're something to do with that I'm not letting you take our son! In fact he was never your son! He was always mine. You are a bastard, I'm so glad I divorced you, I never even loved you."

"We will talk about this more, once I come back from the bathroom, I will get to see my son more often, even if I have to force you." He left the room and I sat on the stairs and stared at the ceiling as if wondering about something. I was thinking in deep thought. But my father brought me out of that deep thought when he grabbed me by the collar and whispered, "you fucking tell your mother about what happens at my house and I will kill you." He let go of his collar and walked the rest of the way to the bathroom.

I swallowed and entered the kitchen anyway. It was a risk I was going to take telling my mother, because I had to make it stop... Somehow.

I took a deep breath, before going over to my mother and tapped her on the shoulder.

"What is it honey?" she asked, looking concerned.

"Mum, I need to tell you something, it's about dad."

She nodded, "I'm listening, what's up?" when I didn't answer she frowned, "what happened, did he do something? Honey please tell me?" I opened my mouth to tell her and started speaking,

"I have bruises, a lot of them and it's not because I'm at clutz at school." I said, "it's because-" I got cut off with my father entering the kitchen once again. I swallowed hard.

"Yes, honey, what were you going to say?" she furrowed her brows at me. I shook my head, trying to tell her I couldn't tell her.

"It's nothing mum, honestly something stupid." I said, she opened her mouth to reply but I cut off, "I'm gonna go upstairs and do my homework, bye!" before I could even hear a reply I ran out of the room and upstairs to my room.

My heart was beating so far I could hear it in my ears, it was painful.

At that point in time I never actually told my mum what happened, because since that day, I have hardly seen my own mother. I miss her a lot, for some reason my father got more custody of me, he probably made up some excuse so he could keep custody and have even more custody. I don't know how he did it without evidence he probably convinced someone to lie so he was able to see me more because he "loved me that much". Lies it was all lies and yet people believed him.

If I could move out I would, but I have no choice about moving out unless I want my father to threaten me.

I would definitely tell my mum, but at that moment after everything that happened, especially with Jessie, I cared more about her than I did about myself. It might seem strange, but I did, I really did.

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