John pov

I woke up the next day with a stinging pain on my cheek. I wince, and touch it slightly. Memories flood my head reminding me of last night..

Still can't fathom that my own old man slapped me. And not for a reason either, wasn't like i got in trouble and deserved it. No. It was all out of the heat of the moment when whiskey was in control. I let out a yawn, still very tired but i really need to leave the house for a bit.

I flip my blanket off of me, and stand up to my feet. As i make my way outta my messy room, the door of my parents room is closed shut. A few cracks were on it, defiantly new because they weren't there before.

Wonder what happened after he...

"Bubba?..."

My thoughts were interrupted by a small voice. I turn around to see my little brother, his saggy night shirt and a turtle plush in his hands.

"Yes james?" I say softly, making sure i don't wake anyone.

"Are.. Are you ok?" His eye's glaze over with tears, and i feel my heart crack.

"Im fine james, im fine. Don't cry." I say, trying to even make myself believe im ok.

He sniffles, and i go to him and get down to his level.

"I heard daddy yelling... Mommy was crying..."

I hug him as he cries silently.

I feel terrible. No child should go through this shit. Parent's are suppose to be the one's to dry your tears, not cause them to fall.

"I love you bubba..."

I smile sadly, my own eyes starting to go blurry.

"Love you to james."

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Angst is a coming y'all ;)

But so is fluff soon enough so don't worry i have tissues if you need them-

-hiL

Ps. Sorry for not updating for like months ;-;