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                          Warning. 
Contains, Sexual assualt and rape. With violence. 
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Past~
"Nic... Nic, wake up." I hear mama's soft voice as she woke's me up. 
"But mama, it's nighty timing." I mutters out. 
"Yes sweetheart. But you need to-" 
" 'SASHA!' COME OUT!" A man yells out loud making my eyes shot open in fear.  
"Mama... Someone i-s.." I says but stops when the man starts to bang on the door.
Mama hugs me and tries to comfort me. Her warm embrace does a little to make me feel better as I try to ignore the yelling of the man who was trying to break in. 
"Shh... Shh it's fine. Hide under the bed. Now." She says while kissing my forehead. 
"And... You?" 
"Don't worry about mama, I'll be fine." She says in a reassuring tone as I nods hesitantly. Very reluctant to leave her. 
"Nicholai. Please sweetheart." She. Almost begs and left me with no choice but to hide under the bed. 
"And no matter what happens, don't make a sound or come out. Understand?" She warns and I nods. Not knowing what's about to happen. 
"Promise me you won't come out or do anything." 
"But- ok.. p-promise..." 
She smiles slightly, kissing my cheek as I hid myself under the bed and watched mama's feet when she stood up from the bed. The door bangs open on its own as the man enters. I cannot see his face but his voice settled crystal clear in my mind. 
A young aged man with loud and agressive voice. He was not my dad. He was someone else.
"You bitch! How dare you to told my wife about my affair?! You don't fear me? Huh?" He almost yells, grabbing her hair. 
At that moment. I felt scared. Helpless. Hopeless. But kept the promise. 
The man had a gun with himself. 
He shove mama on the ground getting on top of her as she yelp and screamed for help. I felt tears rolling down my eyes when the guy starts to touch her in all the inappropriate places. 
'I have to keep my promise, I have to keep my promise, I have to keep my promise.' I kept saying in my mind. 
And even if I wanted to help... I couldn't do anything. The guy will shoot me dead if I come out. And I won't be able to do anything after that.
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He cries silently from under his bed as the man continues to brutally rape his mother. Abusing her. She was begging him to stop. She has a son. But the man didn't budge. His dirty hands were all over the woman, she was crying. She was begging continuosly to leave her but he didn't. Until, she gave up. 
Her moments and struggles stopped as the last bloody tear falls off from her bloodshot eyes. Her last words were still in his mind, "please leave me... I have a son." 
The memory is still fresh in his mind as 
the regret of not saving her is still there. 
It was his birthday, the day he saw his mother die infront of him on the floor. He just turned seven years old when that happened. 
She was beaten up so brutally that he can't even recognise his own mother. The cuts were deep, on her body, the guy stood up, shooting her forehead with his gun and left. 
Not noticing that the dead lady's son was still under the bed, sobbing silently. 
His gaze went up on the mirror stood infront of the dressing table as he saw the glimpse of the man. 
A young man with well settled jet black hairs and a ugly grin on his face as he looks at his mother's dead body. Shot dead and bleeding profusely. 
He settled the image and the voice of the guy in his mind. 
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No one cared to know who did it and what actually happened that night. 
No one even bothered to ask the kid and when he stood up for his mom, he only got a beating from his father. Aka, late Niccolo Roosevelt. 
He even spotted the same man with jet black hairs, at his own mother's funeral, his dad talking to guy like they were long lost friends, greeting each other so happily while sipping there champagne like it's a party and not his second wife's funeral. 
His first wife, lily. She doesn't dare to say anything, although she knew everything what happened but decided to stay quiet. Obeying his husband. 
And even 'celebrated' the funeral with his husband and the murderer of his mother.
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