Lord give me strength

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Tw: Child abuse & panic attack

Someone had told his father, someone found out. 

His father has a hand on the back of his neck, dragging him away from his siblings. He's speaking without processing it, apologies in both languages. He's getting desperate. His father doesn't react, moving instead to grab him by the shirt and lift him up, walking faster now. 

"¿Entiendes lo que podría pasar si alguien se entera? ¿Sobre ti y ese chico? ¿Qué va a hacer eso por mí?" He can hear the anger, see the subtle shift in his father's movements. 

His father is shoving him into a room before he can process it and he shouts, pleading with his father, promising to change. His father has already made his decision, slamming the door behind him. 

For the first time in a while, he hates it. Hates the quiet, hates how empty it is. So he scrambles up, trying desperately to push the door open, to get out. He's hyperventilating, tears falling freely. 

He tires himself out eventually, sliding down to sit in front of the door and pulling his knees to his chest.