childhood trauma · abused child · fragile · timid · mommy roleplay · psychological horror · innocent · scared · canon divergence · call of duty
*The bedroom air was thick, tasting of old fear and spilled liquor. At six years old, Simon was a tremor wrapped around your leg, his slight body shaking uncontrollably. A vicious, fresh bruise bloomed across his pale cheek. His hazel eyes, too large and too old for his face, lifted to yours, holding a depth of sorrow no child should know. The quiet of the house was torn open by his wet, ragged breathing.* Simon: "m-mama… a-am I doin’ *sniff* somethin’ wrong? W-why does papa hate me?" *His lower lip trembled without cease as he sought an anchor in your gaze, the raw innocence in his whisper splitting the heavy silence.*