Quick note; I do not think child abuse is funny in any way or something to take lightly. It’s a serious and real issue.
You walked into your new kindergarten classroom, followed by your mom and dad, than stopped to look around. There were a bunch of kids sitting at the circular tables, all talking with each other. You were about to walk to the seat where you saw your name tag sitting at, but you were stopped by your father’s hand.
“Remember _________, if you misbehave or get in trouble, well...” he said, and made a fist with one of his hands while glaring at you. You gulped and nodded, knowing how seriously he took his threats. You than continued to walk to your place at a table, and took your seat while your parents left the room.
“Hello, I’m Mr. Yao. You must be __________,” someone said. You turned around to see your teacher, a tall man with black hair tied back in a ponytail, smiling at you.
“Hello,” you said, very nervous.
“I can see you’ve already found your seat. Just put your name tag on so that way everyone knows your name, okay?” He asked. You nodded and peeled the paper off of the back of the sticker, than placed it on the front of your shirt. You took a look around at your table mates, there were four other kids sitting at your table. A stern-looking boy with blond hair and blue eyes, a girl with long brown hair that had a pink flower in it, a happy-looking boy with brown hair that had a funny curl on the right, and a boy with short black hair.
“Ciao! I’m Feliciano!” The boy with the curl said, he was sitting next to you, so he gave you a big hug. “You’re _________? You’re the last person at our table! It’s nice to meet you!” He said happily. You smiled, liking him.
“I’m Elizabeta,” the girl with the flower said. “That’s Ludwig, and that’s Kiku.” She continued, pointing to the boy with the blond and black hair, respectively.
“Guten tag,” Ludwig said, and Kiku just nodded. You smiled at them, you would have waved, but Feliciano had not yet released you from his hug. You saw a few more kids come in, and than when all of the seats were filled Mr. Yao walked to the front of the room and clapped his hands.
“Okay, now that everyone’s here lets get started!” He said.
It was after lunch, you’d had what felt like a very busy day so far. You had started to learn how to spell words, than you had begun learning addition. Since it was raining you weren’t allowed to go out to the playground, fortunately there was plenty of toys inside to keep everyone busy for the whole period.
Feliciano, Ludwig and Kiku were drawing, well, Ludwig was trying to draw, with Feliciano trying to teach him, but Ludwig wasn’t a very good artist. Feliciano’s brother, Lovino, also wasn’t very good at drawing, and he kept getting frustrated and than would blame Feli for distracting him. You walked over to one the bins in the bookshelf, and took it out. To your delight it was a bunch of wooden blocks. You eagerly pulled the bin out of the shelf, than took it over to an open area and began trying to construct a tower.
You had made about two floors when you heard someone picking up the bin of blocks you were playing with. You looked up to see a boy with spiky blond hair holding the bin, and he proceeded to begin to walk away.
“Hey!” You said. He turned around and looked at you, you saw that his name tag read ‘Mathias’. “I was playing with those.” You said sharply. He looked down at the blocks, than back up at you.
“Well now I’m going to play with them.” He said, than continued walking. You got up and ran over to him, than grabbed on end of the box.
“But I had them first.” You protested, tugging on the bin. He pulled back.
“But you’re a girl!” He said. You glared at him and tugged back even harder.
“So, you’re not supposed to play with blocks!” He said. You dropped your end of the bin and the blocks spilled all over the floor.
“I can play with whatever I want to play with!” You retorted, your voice rising in pitch. Mathias dropped his end of the bin and crossed his arms.
“Well not with boy toys. Go play with the dolls.” He sneered. Then you stalked up to him and hit him on the head. He yelped, and hit you on the shoulder. This progressed into a fight, where Mr. Yao had to pull you two apart, with Ludwig holding Mathias back and Mr. Yao keeping you from further attacking Mathias.
After Mr. Yao gave you both a quick assessment to make sure no one was seriously hurt, and neither of you were, he walked you both down to the principles office and left Ludwig in charge of everyone.
After a scolding from the principle and the notification that both of your parents would be contacted Mr. Yao brought you back to class. Since the period had not yet ended everyone was still playing with the various toys, but both you and Mathias were sentenced to sit at your chairs as a punishment for fighting.
About half-way through the period three other boys came up to you and Mathias. One of them was taller than Mathias with blond hair and glasses, another one was had a cross pin in their blond hair and a floating curl, and another one was short with blond hair. They pulled up chairs between you and Mathias, and talked quietly with Mathias, than they turned to you. You gulped, figuring that they were friends with Mathias and he was going to have them beat you up when Mr. Yao wasn’t looking.
“I’m Lukas, Mathias’s half-brother.” The boy with the cross pin and curl said. “That’s Berwald, one of our neighbors,” he said, gesturing to the tall boy with glasses, “and this is Tino, he’s also one of our neighbors.” He said, looking at the shorter boy. “And we just wanted to say that beating up Mathias like you did was really cool.” He said, a very serious look on his face. Mathias quickly protested.
“Lukas! You were supposed to tell her off for fighting me! Not say that it was cool!” He whined. Lukas looked at him.
“Father says it’s bad to lie.” He said simply, and Berwald nodded, agreeing with him. Tino cleared his throat.
“It wasn’t very nice, but it was pretty cool.” Tino said, and Berwald nodded once more. Mathias groaned and shook his head. You smiled a little, and figured that they weren’t going to beat you up. You spent the rest of the period talking to them, and you were pretty sad when they had to go back to their seats.
You were walking out of the classroom into the courtyard for your parents to pick you up since it had stopped raining. Suddenly you stopped short and your four new friends turned to look at you.
“What’s wrong ________?” Tino asked, looking at you.
“The principle said that he told my parents about the fight.” You said, terrified.
“So?” Lukas asked.
“You don’t understand,” you said, leaning towards the others. “My parents-”
“__________!” You heard your mother say, and you winced. “How did my little girl’s first day of school go?” She asked you in an over-cutified voice.
“Fine,” you said, trying to get out of her hug. Mr. Yao was talking to your father, who’s face looked dark and you gulped. You overhead your teacher saying something about ‘fighting’ and your father saying ‘we’ll make sure she understands not’. You gulped. Your father pulled your mother off to the side and whispered some stuff into her ear. You saw her face turn into a very serious face.
“Come along now _________, lets go home.” She said roughly. You gave your new friends a look of terror as you were pulled along. They looked at each other, than back at your struggling figure.
“What’s going on?” Lukas muttered, and the others just shrugged.
As soon as the door closed behind you your parents threw you to the floor. You yelped as your jawbone hit the floor.
“A fight _________? Really? Our one instruction is to NOT get into any trouble and you FIGHT a boy?” Your father shouted, standing over you.
“It’s not my fault! He-” you began, but your mother kicked you in the ribs, not hard enough to break though.
“We don’t want ANY excuses!” She screeched as you tried to back away from the forms of your enraged parents. You got up and got ready to run to your room, but your father hit you across the cheek.
“Stay in your room for the rest of the night! No excuses!” He said, shoving you back down to the ground. You sniffled and took off for your bedroom.
It was eleven years later, and you were still the best of friends with Mathias, Lukas, Berwald and Tino. And when you five were in the first grade Mathias’s and Lukas’s mother had another kid, a boy with platinum blond hair named Emil. You ended up going to the same middle school and high school as your four best friends.
You had come to think of them as your true family, since your mother and father stayed just as abusive to you as they were before. So as soon as you were old enough to walk to their house by yourself you spent every available second over at their house. Most of the time their parents were away on business and left Lukas in charge, not Mathias, even though he was older than Lukas. And Berwald and Tino would just hang out at their house since they lived next door and across the street.
You five were now juniors in high school and Emil was in 5th grade, and over the years since kindergarten, your parents had gotten worse. They would often not let you have dinner and would beat you if you hadn’t finished your homework and your chores by a certain time. So you would often invent school projects so you could have an early dinner of mac and cheese over at your friends house. They were always happy to have you over, but no one knew what was happening to you, nor did your parents know about your saviors.
“Okay Emil, you keep on doing all of the addition and subtraction before the multiplication and division after.” You calmly explained to Emil for the millionth time. He threw the pencil across the table in frustration and shook his head.
“This makes no sense! I hate math!” He complained. Lukas came over and handed him his pencil back.
“Just try again.” He said. “Just remember the acronym.”
“I get it I get it!” Emil whined.
“Than try it again.” Lukas said, than went back to his chemistry homework. You had finished your homework already, so you were helping Emil with his. You heard the doorbell ring and Mathias jumped up off of the couch, where he had been watching TV and not doing his homework.
“Pizzas here!” He cheered. There were sighs of relief from the occupants of the house as Mathias grabbed the pizza money and flung open the door. He paid the guy and than took the box from him. He passed out the slices.
After about half and hour had passed and pizza had been consumed you looked up at the kitchen clock.
“Crap,” you muttered, and quickly began packing up your school things in you backpack. “I had to be home ten minutes ago!” You said.
“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Emil asked, and looked up at you with big sad purple eyes. You gave him a little half-smile.
“I wish Emil, but my parents are already going to beat me.” You said sadly. Mathias snorted, because to anyone but you that line was said in a joking way. You waved a quick goodbye to your friends and took off running the several blocks to your house.
You burst in through the front door, panting.
“Sorry I’m late! I lost track of time but at least we finished the proj-” you began before you felt a stinging blow across your cheek.
“It is long past the time you should have been home! Where were you?” Your mother shrieked.
“Like I said, I was fi-” you tried to say before a blow was delivered to your other cheek. You tried not to cry out since you had learned that it only
made it worse.
“Why the hell are you so undisciplined __________?” Your father snapped, and threw you to the ground. You hit the floor with a thud, and hit your head against the umbrella stand. You whimpered and began to get back up.
“I’m sorry, I-” you said softly before your father kicked you in the ribs and shoved you back into the floor.
“DON’T TALK BACK TO ME!” He shouted. He kicked you and kept on kicking you until your nose was bleeding, your ribs were sore, and there were
already bruises sprouting on your arms and abdomen. He gave you one more hard kick.
“NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM!” Your mother screeched, and you quickly jumped up and ran up the stairs to your room. You closed the door behind you and started sobbing as quietly as you could, knowing they would beat you more if they heard you. They had hurt before over the years, but this time it had been the worst beaten you’d ever taken. You quickly threw some cloths into your school bag, than opened the door.
Your parents didn’t let you have a cell phone, so you had to use the landline, which was risky since your parents may be listening to it. But judging from the way your father was screaming ‘I’LL KILL HER!’ you didn’t think that they were listening to it. You crawled to the upstairs phone receiver and dialed out the number you had memorized a long time ago, wincing every time it made a beep as you typed a number in. But soon the tone played that meant it was making a call, and a familiar voice picked up the phone.
“What did you forget ________?” Lukas said into one end of the phone. You sniffled and began crying again, just so relieved to hear his voice.
“_________? Are you alright?” He asked, worry evident in his voice.
“I-” you sobbed.
“_________, I’ll be over with Mathias and Berwald outside your bedroom window in a few minutes! Don’t worry!” He said, than the tone sounded that
meant the call had ended. You quickly crawled back to your room and shoved the dresser up against the door, and than the bed. Than you wiped off your still bleeding nose with a tissue and waited.
Barely five minutes had passed when you saw movement in the bushes and Lukas and Berwald came bursting out of the bushes.
“_________!” Lukas whispered loudly. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I’m coming down!” You whispered back, opening up the window and stuck one leg out, than the other. You slid down a little bit off a roof before it ended and you jumped off of the edge.
You managed to land a pile of dead leaves. Lukas and Berwald ran over to you and helped you out.
“Mathias is in the car.” Berwald muttered.
“What happened to you?” Lukas asked, seeing the bruises on your face and the blood. You just shook your head and chocked out a sob. Than you heard screeching from inside the house.
“HEY! GET AWAY FROM OUR DAUGHTER!” Your mother shouted, pointing at you and your two friends. You and your friends ran towards the car, Lukas
pulling you by the arm and Berwald just ahead of him.
“Drive!” Berwald said to Mathias, who revved the engine.
“Yes sir!” He said, grinning. Than he floored the gas pedal and you four were away.
“Tino is watching Emil, but _________, what happened to you?” Lukas asked, the usually calm Norwegian’s face had a look of shock on it as he handed you some tissues for your nose. You sobbed and shook your head.
“My parents-” you began before you started sobbing again, and Lukas put his arm around you.
“It’s okay.” He said.
“No it’s not!” Mathias said from the front, and you could see in the mirror a dark glare on his face. You sniffed and buried your head in Lukas’s shoulder as Mathias drove back to his house.
You were sitting on the couch, holding a tissue to your nose. Berwald was hugging Tino (who blushing a lot), Mathias was pacing, Emil was hugging his old stuffed puffin which you had given to him as a baby, and Lukas was sitting next to you. Lukas and Mathias couldn’t call their parents because they were overseas, and Tino and Berwald’s parents were at a party. So now you were all waiting.
Soon there was a knock at the door, and a tension seemed to almost lift, than settle over the room full of anxious kids. Mathias stood up and unlocked the door, than opened it, showing a fuming father.
“__________!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, and you winced. Emil covered his ears and whimpered. He tried to come into the house, but Mathias blocked his path.
“Dude, if you storm in without my permission I can call the cops on you for breaking and entering.” He said, bravely not withering under the deadly glare of your father.
“Well I can call the on you for under the premisses that you are holding my daughter hostage!” He snapped back. “Now let me IN!” He shouted, shoving Mathias out of the way, only to be blocked by a full six feet of Berwald.
“And we can call them for you being a child-abuser! Now get out!” Tino snapped at your father, with Berwald grunting an agreement. Your father’s face turned a deep violet, than he turned to face you.
“__________! If you do not come home right now, so help me the next time I see you you’ll be leaving in a body-bag!” He snarled. You whimpered and tried to shrink into the couch. Lukas stood up and walked up behind Berwald.
“I think it might interest you that I’m recording this all right now with a camera I hid before you came over. So I think the police may take an interest in this, but if you leave now they’ll never know.” He said calmly, placing a hand on your father’s shoulder. Your father huffed, but his face returned to a normal shade of color. He turned around and stormed out in a rage. Mathias shut the door and locked it once more, and a tremendous pressure was lifted off of everyone’s shoulders, especially yours. All of your friends joined you on the couch.
“You can live here now, __________,” Emil offered, looking up at you. You smiled and ruffled his hair.
“Thanks Emil, but that’s for your parents to decide.” You said.
“They’ll say yes.” Mathias said with conviction. You smiled and felt yourself falling asleep. This was going to be a fun rest of your life.
Fourteen years had passed, you and the others had gone to collage, gotten jobs and apartments and had grown up. Now you were sitting in a coffee shop, bouncing your leg and waiting for a long anticipated reunion. Emil had just finished collage, and you and your other friends had arranged to meet him here at eleven am.
You checked your watch again, it was five to eleven. You smiled at the thought of seeing Emil again, and you still knew he wouldn’t be the same boy that struggled over new math concepts. You heard a small chime that signaled that someone had opened the door and saw a few familiar faces.
"Hey,” Lukas said, sitting next to you and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You and him had been dating since collage, and Mathias still teased Lukas about it. And Lukas still hit Mathias with the nearest object whenever he did.
“Yo!” The energetic man with the gravity-defying hair announced as he sat on your other side.
“Hey _________!” Tino said, sitting across from you. Berwald just grunted as he joined “m’wife”, as he called Tino, across the table. A few conversations started up, and somehow it got to Mathias pestering Lukas about when he would propose to you, in which you started blushing and Lukas started choking Mathias with his tie. Than Tino started trying to get Lukas to stop, and things got to chaotic to notice the small chime of the bell above the door as an old friend walked in.
“Lukas, stop choking Mathias,” a familiar voice said. Everyone stopped and turned to look with surprise at the newcomer. He had lilac purple eyes and white hair, and under his arm he had an old stuffed puffin.
“Emil!” Everyone exclaimed at once, and jumped up to hug him. He had grown a bit, though he was still pretty short. Then there was a great clamor and questions from everyone about how things had been going and laughter filled the little coffee shop.