_{history repeated itself, over, and over, and over. blackheart’s father beat him, and now blackheart was beating ky. she made a face at him, one that read concern for him, and annoyance for his father. ‘ he shouldn’t be putting his hands on you. ‘ she put her hands down, losing them in the black of her skirts. he knew her house well — the large, haunted victorian mansion that sat on a wooded hill. ‘ there are some bandages and some antiseptic in the bathroom.. ‘}

_{‘whatever,’ he said, rolling his eyes. he long stopped caring – they fought and then he got himself beat. if only he actually cared about training… maybe he’d have a chance, but even a chance was worth nothing when it came to his father. ‘— just  need to wash up.’ he then took a deep breath and paused. ‘i’ll be fine, really.’}