A/N: Hey Everyone! This is a rewrite of one of my previous Fanfictions, The Blossom In His Snow, and I am currently not happy with it. :( I've noticed that there are some grammatical errors and I am not really going in much depth about Sakine's past life. I also really want to change Sakine's character design and some quirks about her. I just overall want to make this a better story for you guys to read! Thanks, everyone!

Warning: Some parts of this story contain scenes of abuse or violence. If you don't like reading that kind of stuff, or if it triggers you in any way, I suggest leaving, or skipping this chapter :) Thank you!

Kaito gripped the crumpled note in his shaking fingertips. His heart sank to his shoes as he read each line of the college ruled paper.

A goodbye letter.

A goodbye letter that his dear mother wrote.

He bit his tongue, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to leave his eyes. That's when he couldn't hold back. The muscles of his chin trembled as crystal beads burst like water from a broken dam. The tears dripped from his face and blotching the cheap, indigo ink on the paper.

There was hope before, but it was tiny flickers of a candle against the gale of his father. There was hope that he, his sister, and his mom would escape this hellhole and move as far away as they can.

But she left without them.

The boy settled on the ratted brown sofa as he ran his hands through his chestnut tousled hair. Fear sat on him like a pillow over his mouth and nose. Enough air gets by, but at the same time, it suffocated him.

Their father was a drunkard, plain and simple. His breakfast was Jack Daniels, and his lunch was sake in a cup. By that time, he was slurring his words and shouting profanities at the siblings. The little food he ate consisted of bagged potato chips, and ramen in a styrofoam cup. He even made his children shop for him while they walked home from school on occasions. Every day they came home to empty beer cans and glass bottles discarded around the house, and every day they came home to the same physical and emotional abuse.

What was going to happen to them?

What will Father do?

His little sister was seated next to him, staring down at her stained velcro shoes. She didn't know what to say, she couldn't say anything.

The love that had been inside her as a baby had been crushed long ago. Each person that she offered her God-given love to, had left it to wither and die like a common garden weed. She had always hidden her hurt behind a smile, letting everything pass with forgiveness. She hated her mother for leaving, she hated the system that failed her and her brother, she hated her father for his excessive drinking and abuse.

Damn them all.

3 years Later

"GOD DAMN KAITO WHERE IS SHE!" The father raged smashing the beer bottle against the wall. The air is rent by glistening shatters of brown glass and the foul smell of hard alcohol. The emancipated man had dirt and grit all over his clothes. His white Carhartt shirt had blemishes and stains, and his face was unkept with patches of hair growing on his chin.

He shadowed over his seventeen-year-old son into the corner, sealing off any viable exit. Kaito could feel his chest tightening and the throbbing of his red-rimmed eyes. This was the scariest his father has ever been, he never saw such hatred in his eyes before.

Kaito compared his father's yells to a tyrant. He screamed at the siblings for little things with a voice that would make adults cringe if they heard it. Father reminds Kaito of a fat playground bully that would try to get your lunch money by giving you wedgies. If the man didn't get his way, he would throw tantrums.

Father's tantrums were immediate and violent. There was never a winding-up period and no warning. It was always suddenly with full force like a bomb. It was an immediate explosion. But unlike an immediate explosion, he could go on for some time like a roaring forest fire.

With sweaty palms, he could feel the adrenaline curse through his system shutting down any ability to think logically.

Enough was enough.

The teenager's boot collided with the man's chest, pushing his father backward onto the wooden coffee table.

"I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER!" Kaito yelled out running to the opposite side of the living room, he gripped onto the sofa which was the only thing that was keeping him from falling and passing out. He held his broken arm close to him as his eyes darted between Father and his sister's hiding spot. He needed to keep him away from her at all costs.

Kaito's father slowly picked himself up, his eyes stared at his son in a hot and burning anger. Fires of fury and hatred were smoldering the man's narrow eyes.

"TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!" The man's voice boomed, echoing through the plaster walls. He picked up the metal baseball bat that was propped up against the side table and smashed it against the wall, leaving behind a hole.

Kaito's eyes widened, was he trying to kill them?

Aiko huddled into the corner of the cupboard attempting to hide. It felt like it was the only thing that was keeping her alive. Her eyes widened, with breaths ragged and harsh. The teen clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream that was threatening to escape her lips.

Her long, wavy hair was matted with blood and grease, and her azure eyes were red from all of the crying. The clothes she wore were tattered and dirty, and her eyeliner was smudged under her eye from all of the crying.

The sweat drenched her skin as she watched the scene unfold through the crack of the cupboard door. There was a violence in the air from the smashing bottles and yelling and there seems to be no end to it.

Father was looking for her.

And father was angry.

Her brother took most of the hits for her because Father seemed to target her the most out of the two. She never knew why. She thinks it's because she is a girl because he never wanted a daughter and he only wanted sons so they could carry on the family name.

Aiko's eyes widened as she noticed her father grab the baseball bat. There was stillness on both sides. If the hatred was visible in the air it would have been scarlet. Then suddenly a moment of a bat swinging, then colliding with her brother's legs.

Kaito yelled out in pain as his body fell onto the hardwood flooring.

The blonde let out a shrill scream in a moment of fear, giving off her hiding spot. The man's eyes darted toward the wooden cupboard where the sound was coming from.

"No!" The teenage boy yelled out, attempting to stop his father. But he couldn't do anything.

The man gripped the baseball bat as he swung open the cupboard doors with a force that broke the hinges.

After that, everything seemed to go black.