Tw: implied rape, torture
Shikamarus pov
I was walking home after a long day of work. Its a drag holding a stable job but I'm nineteen now and my parents insist on me "growing up" as they so kindly put in. Argh I can't wait to get to bed-
I stopped at the sound of quiet sobbing. It was coming from our family barnhouse. Odd. There shouldn't be anyone around here. Did mom get hurt while feeding the deers? Shit I better go check.
I ran up to the barn and threw the doors open. I expected to see my mother but instead I was met with the frightened eyes of a young boy.
The boy was small with pale skin littered with dark purple burses and scars. It looked like he was being beaten on a daily basis! long brown hair that reached his waist, covering his mostly naked body. He looked like a delicate doll that could break if not careful..
"please don't throw me out" he whimpered "I don't have anywhere else to hide"
I slowly approach the boy as to not frighten him "what are you hiding from?"
He averted his eyes "bad people. I'm sorry its too painful to speak of.
"that's ok" I said softly "do you have any family I can contact sweetheart?"
"umm well-" he was cut off by the barn doors slamming open. We turned around to see my parents.
"who's this" dad gestured over to the boy.
"I don't really know his name" I muttered "but it sounds like someone's hurting him"
My mother's eyes softened "the poor child isn't even wearing anything"
The boy looked down in shame "I'm sorry that I look indecent. I was only able to grab the bedsheets before I left"
"oh there's no need to feel ashamed love. You've clearly been through hell" she held out her hand with a gentle smile "come on darling. Let's get you changed"
He hesitantly took her hand. She gave him a reassuring smile before gently guiding him inside. Me and dad looked at each other in bewilderment.
Guess he's staying with us!
