"Did you really think—"
Silence. Oh, that silence. Normally it would be something N treasured in comparison to the booming voice of his father; but that wasn't the case this time. It was suspenseful— waiting to either get slapped or simply scolded. It was like flipping a coin and knowing both sides would get you nothing pleasant; but one would still hope they would get the easy one.
"—that you could get away with talking to me in such a vile way, N?"
And as per usual; the coin landed on the wrong side.
The hard fist that slammed into his cheekbone knocked N backwards, a high pitched yelp escaping him as he stumbled to regain his composure— to which he failed and fell to the floor, tripping over several of his toy blocks as he did so. Ghetsis was over top of him in an instant, fist raised high to continue pummeling the poor boy's face back and forth till his porcelain face blossomed with a brilliant hue of purple and blue. Ghetsis' thrust his knuckles forward to slam square into N's jaw; causing the man to choke on the sobs he was struggling to stifle. Dark crimson beaded at the inner corners of his mouth, bubbling as he struggled to cough the fluids up and not choke on his own fluid which threatened to spill at any moment. N, of course, was crying hysterically at this point. He blubbered incoherent words as he flailed underneath his father; who now gripped him tight by the throat.
Even in his nearly unconscious state, N could feel the beady stare of his father looking down on him. He didn't even have to look,(although it wasn't like he could, for his cheeks had swollen terribly) for the piercing gaze was an all too familiar feeling that bore into him like a knife.
Although the feeling of soft lips pressing to his cheek was something he certainly was not expecting.
N sobbed helplessly— if not out of pain, then out of fear— as his father peppered his face in chaste pecks. The rusty taste mingling with another odd sensation as he felt Ghetsis' mouth press to his own. N whimpered as he favoured his swollen, blood stained lips; but Ghetsis showed no hesitation. He pried N's mouth open, rolling his tongue along the boy's swollen lip to lap away at the blood that beaded there. A hum of satisfaction passed Ghetsis' lips, soon followed by the release of his hold on N's neck. Inhaling sharply, N coughed and rolled to his side in an attempt to feebly cover his face and protect himself from any more harm. Ghetsis' simply chuckled in amusement.
"Pathetic,"