⚠️WARNING ⚠️

••This chapter includes many scenes of sexual assault, physical and mental abuse, drug abuse, etc. If you don't think you can handle such exposures, please skip chapter.••

••Third person narrator••

The little child was seated in a corner as his tears were running down his cheeks, covering his ears trying to get rid of the painful sounds of his mom, her loud scream and cries.

Trying to distract himself, the little boy focused his attention on the sound of water drops falling from the leak of the walls and the raindrops crashing onto the broken window in his room. The room reeked of humidity and there was mold in all the corners of the house making every second even less tolerable.

But what made that house worse was his father who had made his family's life like a living nightmare by being addicted to the heavy drugs he does everyday, day and night. The drugs that took away his self-awareness and made him like an emotionless monster.

The monster that is always unaware of the life he held as a human and beats everyone around in that tiny house, he would take the little child's mother and drag her into the basement and keep her in there for hours without letting anyone else in, ever. The little child was the only witness to his mom's painful screams.

He could never claim an evil monster like him as his dad and all he could hope was that one day his dad would end up dying by overdose.

His mother would always sit beside him, patting his head with her lifeless hand and say, "Tom, we have nowhere to go, if we run away darling, we'll end up...dead." Her voice would crack, every time she had to repeat these words to her child and a few tears would fall onto the floor from her eyes.

The little kid didn't want to believe that, he didn't want to lose hope like his mother did. He wanted to believe that if he stayed there a bit longer, her mother would eventually find a way out for them.

He would always say with tears in his eyes, "No mom, together we can run somewhere new, somewhere beyond the world, just me and you and Bill!"

He had a brother, a twin brother that was somewhere else, living with their single old grandmother that was initially reluctant to take in even one of the brothers while she was fully aware of what was happening in that tiny house, that tiny little hell.

And even if she would've taken both of the brothers in, one of them wouldn't go, he wanted to stay beside his mother, thinking that maybe one day her mother would be strong enough to take his tiny hands and run away. to go somewhere far away with his brother and live happily together.

But his mother knew she had no way out, she was just a hopeless woman, with no will to live. The country they were living in wasn't a good place for a woman like her, alone without any protection, no money and no job to find. She knew if she ran away she'd end up dead in the streets with her kids.

and now It was another night, repeating all over again like last night and the other nights. The horrified cries, the panics, the painful screams of his mother and the sounds of glasses shattering around and the haunting deep voice of his dad.

But the only difference was that the sounds were much louder and much more painful this night that he couldn't focus on anything else. He was still sobbing in the corner while the screams and cries were coming out of the basement. He never dared to step there, to see what was happening down there but tonight something got into him, a childish spark of bravery.

The little child got up to his feet, slowly taking steps towards the basement door where the painful screams of her mother were coming out from. The screams hadn't stopped yet and this night it was much worse.

Panicked, he grabbed a knife out of the dirty kitchen and gathered all his strength to finally open that door and step in, to finally confront his fears that were centered around his dad.

He was thinking that maybe he could save his mother by going down there, to stop what was happening and free her from his grasp so that he could reach his dream, the dream that didn't include his father. the childish dream of being able to live without fear, without her mother screaming out of pain.

"Stop, don't touch my mom." He cried almost falling to his feet at the mere sight of his dad. A big figure filled with evilness and cruelty was hovered over the kid's mom's body. As his father's head turned aggressively toward the kid, the little kid felt shivers rushing down his body.

"Are you here to watch?" His dad exclaimed. "Alright, watch all you want." his dad said before he lifted a small dirty knife from the floor and softly rubbed it on his mom's cuffed body.

The little kid was motionless. His body was frozen but as the knife made a deeper cut through his moms wrist, the boy ran with his full force to attack his dad.

The dad grabbed the kid in a second and unarmed him, lifting him off the floor with his hand wrapped around the little boy's neck.

"Why are you trying to defend a fucking dog! She's just a dog! Are you going against me for a dog!" He shouted in the little kid's face. The kid's ears were ringing from the intensity of his dad's yelling.

He dropped the little kid and went towards his mom with the knife still in his hand. He pressed the knife on the woman's throat and turned towards the kid. "She's just a dog Tom, Say it."

"No. Stop it. Let her go."The little kid sobbed.

He pressed the knife harder on her throat causing her to let out whine. The little kid screamed, "Please! let my mommy go." He said while his face got soaked in tars.

"I said she's a dog! Say it!"

The kid shook his head, scared to speak. "Say it!" The dad demanded once again.

"She's a... dog."He whispered.

"louder!" the dad shouted.

"She's just a dog," The boy sobbed.

The dad threw the knife away and walked towards the kid to pat him gently.

"Good job my boy. Don't ever forget what you learnt today." He then went back to his mom and pulled down his pants. "You can leave now ....but it's up to you if you want to stand there and watch." he said as he let out an evil laugh, before taking down his boxers and shoving his cock into her mom's body.

The little kid was staring right at his dad, not being able to process the scene before him. not knowing what was happening in front of him.

Seconds passed like hours before the dad retreated and dressed himself up. After the dad left the basement like there was nothing to look back on, the little kid went to check on his mom nervously. He called out to her and all she could do in response was to turn her head towards him which was enough for the little guy to feel a bit of relief.

He uncuffed his mother off the table but she didn't move a single inch after being released. The little kid, unable to lift his mother's body, covered her with something resembling a blanket. He layed down under the table on which his mom was lying and hugged his legs onto his stomach.

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The moment the kid's eyes opened, they were on a search for his mom but she was gone without taking him with her. He sprinted up the stairs calling out his mom only to find her sitting next to his dad on the ripped single sofa they had in the living room.

He couldn't take anymore of this. His mother never retaliated, she has done anything in protest. She never had anything to say against how she was being treated by that evil man. He was determined now. He didn't want his mother to go through what he witnessed again.

"What are you standing there for? Go grab me a drink." There it was, his opportunity. The little kid ran to the kitchen and grabbed one of the bottles his dad drank all the time.

He then climbed the kitchen counter and reached where his dad stuck his junks. "What's taking so long?" he heard his dad yelling.

"Uh..I.. I'm coming" The little kid replied and panicked. He dumped a few of the powder packs into the drink and mixed it quickly before running out to take it to his dad.

"Took you long enough!" The dad said before snatching the drink from the kida little shaky hands. As the man started choking down the drink, the kid's eyes were locked on his face. As the drink reached its last drop a faint smile appeared on the kid's lips.

He excitedly ran upstairs and sat on the floor in his room counting the seconds it'll take before they are free from that man once and for all.

As the count reached bigger numbers that passed the limit of the kid's knowledge, he was starting to lose hope. Nothing unusual seemed to be happening.

The loud voice of his dad spreading through the house disappointed the kid. He should've been gone by then.

"Just one more second, one more second, one more second and he'll be gone..one more second.." He whispered, covering his ears with his palms trying to block his dad's voice from entering his head.

Through his palms he heard his mom's loud scream and he jumped out of his place running towards the voice to find the reason behind his mom's whine but what he saw surpassed any imagination he had had for that night until then.

The little kid's heart stopped beating as he saw her mom's lifeless body that was lying on the bare floor with her eyes open but moveless set on the ceiling. No signs of breathing in her chest.

The dad was yelling at his mom's soulless body as if he couldn't see what he had just done, he was too high to even know what was happening around him or even know who he was.

The hole in her mom's chest was leaking of blood which was dripping from both sides of her body. The man attacked teh woman's body again stabbing it in multiple spots as if there was anything left to get out of a corpse.

"No.." The little sobbed as he ran towards his mother, screaming as loudly as he possibly could.

The man then got up, blood all over his face and clothes, he turned to the kid.

"You little fucker."He groaned before mumbling things that he wasn't even aware of it too.

As he started running towards the kid, the boy instructor turned to run away when an overwhelming pain took over his muscles and he fell on his face, his back stinging from the cut on his back.

"You...little d..og dare to away uhh.. shit." The dad yelled, not even being able to spell the words clearly.

The little kid got up again ignoring the open wound on his back. He just kept running until he reached his room and locked the door behind him moments before his dad banged on it with his body.

After a few minutes of the dad trying to open the door, the house fell into silence. The little kid didn't know what had happened to his mom. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. Was there anything like saving his mother anymore? Was there a mother to save? Was there a chance for him to live the dream he wanted with his mom and his brother? If he didn't put those stuff in the drink, would she still be alive? He was thinking maybe he should've just listened to his mom. He should've just let her live the life he wanted if she could stay alive that way.

But now it was all over and he was now the reason his mother was dead, he was now the monster.

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"The police had found two dead bodies in a rundown house in a small town in Germany. A woman was stabbed to death and the murder was said to be done by her husband due to an overdose. Their 6 year old son named Tom Kaulitz was also injured by his father with a deep wound on his back. The police immediately took him to the hospital and it has been confirmed that the child has survived." the news report said.

"Yes, It is confirmed. but that is a ttraumatic event did indeed take place and it has become one of the most talked on news we have had for years. It has also been said that the kid had a twin brother who was living in another town not very far away. The police had already gone there and found him. and now luckily they will be sent to an orphanage."

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"Shocking news, Tom kaulitz and his twin brother Bill kaulitz had started a murder spree in the orphanage they were registered in and caused a commotion before disappearing from sight."

"Aren't they just 10 years olds?"

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please do some self care after reading this.