My new, HitsuHina story! Tell me if it's any good!
Prologue
"Dear, calm down!" the man tried to hold the woman back as she struggled against his grip.
"Don't tell me to calm down! Don't dear me! THAT'S MY SON!" she screeched.
"We need the money." he tried to reason.
"Money my ass! That's my son damn it!" the woman was getting weaker as tears streaked down her face.
She watched the small white haired boy struggle against the men. Government men. Her son.
"Be reasonable—"
"That's my son! My son!" she sobbed, "My son! My baby!" tears streaked down her face as she shook uncontrollably and slowly collapsed to the ground.
He was out of sight now.
She'd lost him.
"I need you to sign this, Sir." One of the government men held out a clipboard with a paper and pen to her husband.
Not her husband. Not anymore. Not after he'd sold their son.
"You sold him." she sobbed weakling as she heard the pen on paper. She was lost in a daze.
After a couple seconds she came back to reality as she felt arms wrap around her. The government men were gone.
"Get off me." she murmured weakly.
"Honey—"
"I said get off!" she shouted, "You sold our son! You sold him!" she was screaming and fighting off another wave of tears.
She struggled against his hold and managed to break free running for the door and flinging it open.
Just as she walked out over her shoulder she called, "And I'm not 'Honey' or 'Dear' I have nothing to do with you; and as soon as I can, I won't be married to you." she said the last word as if it were the most sinful swear.
And at the moment, that's what it was to her.
Before she knew it she was at her long time friends' house sobbing and muttering incoherent, undecipherable words.
It took the other a moment to realize what she was saying, "He sold him! He sold my baby! He so-sol-ld To-osh-sh-sh-i-i-ro-o!" and with that the woman stopped trying to talk and let the sobbing talk for her.
A small girl peaking around a corner let the tears start to fall as she turned to her father, "What does she mean daddy?"
Her father said nothing but leaned down to hug her tightly.
So how do you like it? Should I continue or scrap it?