|*Happy Lil' Tune*|(2)

                                    

                                          
Okay, before we start with this chapter I just want to warn you there is a Trigger Warning here for a good reason yet again and it's here to follow through sadly instead of implied. This chapter will contain a bit of abuse and possibly rape towards or by characters in this book.

                          
If these kinds of things trigger you or make you feel upset or uncomfortable or all of the above then please skip pass the chapter if you don't want to read ahead/or skip until you get to this sign: * * * which will start a more happier or lighter note. 
                          


                          


                          


                          
"Tell me."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Pweeease~"
"Nope."
"Come on!, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease~?!"
"Not gonna happen."
                          
Since lunch ended, the two of Amai and Osoro remain bickering for what seems like a while. For what reason? Osoro keeping a secret from his rival/friend. 
"You have to tell me some day, Osoro-Kun." Amai said, frowning her brows some and her plump lips pouted outward. Osoro rolled his golden eyes and ignored her pleas still. It's not like he doesn't trust her, beyond that even when they're rivals now, he just can't say it. 
                          
He...physically can't say it...Not to her...not anyone...
                          


                          
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Osoro fell to the floor when his father pushed him down, giving him a heavy kick in the gut just to show that's he's stronger than him. The younger man coughed, nearly puking up his dinner earlier that drooled out in a liquidized pool, as he slowly turned to his side and curled up with one of his hands to his wounded stomach. 
The man above him let out a slight 'tsk' and grabbed his son's golden hair to yank him upward and close to his crotch. Osoro's eyes widen and in the spite of not giving in he bit his father's bulge hard enough for a cry in pain before quickly rushing his way to the door and into the creaky cold hallway...
                          
WHAM!
                          
Osoro fell down the stairs with a single punch in the back, hitting his head hard enough to make his vision go blurring along with the splitting headache that makes him silently scream and curse himself and anyone else who wronged him most. Slowly as his vision tried to focus, watching as his father came down the stairs to beat him silly once more, a single thought came to his mind... 
Never will I allow someone like him - This damned mother f*cker - to hurt those I care about.
                          
Osoro endured the blows of kicks and punches along with insults that wound him deeper than anything from his father, he endured it long enough to remain awake for the most part. How he's still alive up to the ripe age of 17 surprises him and anyone who is able to see his life style day in and day out within and out of school/home. 
But once a single punch hit his temple is when everything went black. 
                          


                          


                          


                          
Osoro woke up slowly to the feeling on sunlight get to his face, his head hurting and spinning as he looked around the room. 
It was his bedroom, he was in his bed in his bedroom. 
The young blond man sat up slowly, being careful due to his head and body hurting like Hell, he looked at himself a bit; Bruises all over his body from shoulders downward on, a few broken bruises that seep with dried blood or fresh ooze depending on how old they are compared to the ones clearly from last night. Some hurt more than others and even his insides feel terrible as well. But one kind of pain was new though...
                          
The teenage boy could do nothing but stare wide eyes upon looking at his reflection full standing the moment he felt pain in the new place, blood and a new substance down his thigh and some even dripped onto the carpet bellow him...He was shaking down, the first of many times in rare occasions when his father hurt him in a new manner...