Prologue

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~ They're 7 y/o ~
Momo walked into her house after her dad, like usual. She sat on the couch as her mom walked out of her room, with an angry look on her face.

"Momo, sweetie, why don't you go to your room?" Her mom said, staring at her dad. Momo did what her mom said, walking to her room. Just before she shut the door, she heard yelling.

"Who is she?!" She heard her mom yell. She knew what was happening. It always happened. She closed her door and ran to her bed, hiding under her covers, tears staining her face already.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about!" There was a brief silence, and then more yelling. After what seemed like forever, Momo heard her door open. She didn't look, she knew who it was.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." She heard her dad's voice.

"Are you gonna leave again?" Momo asked, hearing her dad sigh.

"Look's that way. I'll see you in a couple of days, okay? Don't cry anymore" Her dad then walked out, closing her door. She could hear more yelling through the walls.

She took out the phone she had hidden under her bed, and dialed the number she always did. The other line picked up almost immediately.

"They're doing it again..." Momo listened to the voice talking to her through the phone, and went to go to their house.

Momo had climbed out her window, and walked down the street to the person's house. She knocked on a window, waiting for it to open. Once it did, the other person helped her climb in.

"Wanna talk about it?" The person had asked, and Momo shook her head no.

"Want me to talk, instead?" Momo nodded, wanting to hear the person's voice.

"Thank you, Jirou."

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