as a little boy, everyone thought he was going places in life.

he was an adorable little boy, strangers on the streets complimented him, and admired how perfect his parents were.

how perfect they seemed to be.

they didn't know that the boy with the bright blue eyes had seen things no child should see.

how his father came home drunk, kissing women who weren't mommy, and the broken look in his mother's eyes when she saw it.

how mommy wore makeup to cover up her bruises and cuts from being hit and grabbed by his dad, and the shards from the beer bottles that bit into her skin.

he had seen his mommy cry before, and her door had been cracked open a bit when he heard her let out a cry of pain one day.

she had tears running down her cheeks though her eyes were closed, and she was doing something with a hanger to her privates, and there was a lot of blood.

his mommy didn't know he had seen that, but he had, he had run back to his room, crying in confusion.

shrieks of pain, things being thrown, the smell of alcohol always apparent in his home.

they didn't know that's what he saw,

but he saw it all.