Disclaimer: I don't own TXF we all know this.
Notes: Not my usual writing piece, it's a bit weird. Thanks to "9", this made no sense before her.!
Today, I put him on mute, hugged my knees and cried. I had given everything up for him, and I wanted to just hold him and protect him from all the worlds evil. I wanted to cup his face in my hands and smile. I wanted him to feel the love I felt for him. I wanted to pick and choose his past, to give him only the very best. He held my heart, and it wasn't until tonight that I had realized just how deeply our feelings were entwined.
How could his parents, the ones meant to protect him, to love him, to give him a bright future, hurt him so deeply? How could his own mother be so malicious? Did they not see it hurt him, of course not, he did not show it. What was their plan? What was hers? To hurt him until he bled and it showed? To hurt him until she saw him on his knees pleading for mercy?
Had she always been like this? Or had she become this way more recently? Was it because of his new found independence? He had always been very independent, but as of late, since I had come into his life, he had clung onto me and left his parents behind. He no longer held them with same high esteem that he once did as he found truth after truth.
I let my tears fall, silently, as I heard him breathing through the phone. I had calmed him down for the night. But how long would that last? How much longer until I could hold him in my arms, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat?