Part 1(Hopefully) of the series.

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Sebastian knew. He knew better than anyone that life passed by quickly. When he was a child, his Mother weeped for the loss of his Father. She had only ever cried twice, the second being when he enrolled in the army. She was a brave woman, braver than any he had ever seen, and he loved her. She had taught him so many lessons over the years, valuable ones that he would carry throughout his life. The only time he ever ignored her words was when she explained love.

Augustus Moran was a strict, intelligent, whiskey drinking man. Every night, when he returned home, the family sat together at the dinner table and everything was happy for that single, fleeting moment. After the table had been cleared and Sebastian moved to the living room to play or read, things turned dark. The whiskey would come out and that was when Sebastian and his mother knew Father was coming back. Sebastian only called him Father when he was drunk. When he was sober, it was Dad or sometimes even Daddy, with the occasional Gus thrown in from his Mother. But Father...he was a man that was not to be messed with. He was a man who's face turned a nasty vermilion shade when angry or drunk (a trait that Sebastian would later learn he had as well). He was a man who liked to beat his wife.

One night, when Father walked in the door, it was apparent that he had visited a Pub before coming home. His face, colored in the horrid vermilion, seemed contorted, showing a misplaced rage. Mother gave Sebastian a few sweets that she had baked earlier that day and ushered him into his room, telling him to stay inside. He sat in his room, playing with some of his toys and munching away on the sweets, being a good little boy like his Mommy had asked.

That was when the yelling began. It didn't sound like the fights Mother and Father had had in the past. This time, Mommy was yelling and Sebastian was sure he could hear her crying, as well. Glasses shattered and suddenly he heard a high pitched scream, followed by heavy pounding in the hallway leading to his room. He grabbed a small stuffed animal off of his bed, holding it close to him and wishing that the noise would go away. Father opened the door, his face back to the normal pale shade. This was Daddy that had come to talk to him. He told Sebastian to get up and that dinner would be ready in a few minutes. Sebastian stood up and hugged his Daddy's legs.

"I love you, Daddy."

There was no response other than a gentle pat to the head. He followed Daddy into the dining room and sat in his usual chair, excited to see what Mommy had made for them tonight. It seemed like it would be a normal night, until Mommy walked in with the food. Her hair looked messy and she looked like she had been crying quite a lot. The first thing Sebastian had noticed, though, was the large cut on her cheek. "Go clean yourself up, Anne," said Augustus, pushing her roughly towards the small bathroom down the hall. She stumbled slightly, catching herself on a bookcase.

Every few weeks, Augustus Moran would come home drunk and abuse his wife. Once Sebastian turned 13, he began to question why Mother would put up with this kind of treatment.

"Sometimes, when you find someone that you love, you're willing to look past the hurt that they put you through. You're willing to stay with them, no matter what. I love your father, Seb. That will never change. No matter how many times he hits me or how many times he's broken bottles and plates in the house, I will still love him."

Annelise Moran had been the only one to cry when Augustus died. It was a freak car accident; a simple mistake at a traffic stop. Sebastian knew better. Everyone who actually knew Father knew better. He had been at the bar, probably chatting up some young girl and drinking glass after glass of whiskey when he realized it was time for dinner. The truth about the crash was never revealed. Probably, Sebastian guessed, because no one needed a coroner's report to know how Father had died.

He was glad Father was gone. If that made him a bad person, fine. He was sick and tired of hearing his mother talk about how much she loved the man who beat her every night. If that was what love was, then fuck it all. Sebastian didn't want that. He didn't want any of it. If there had been any time that Sebastian was glad he looked so much like his mother, it was now. If he had had to look in the mirror every day and see that bastard's face, he wouldn't have been able to handle it. He was Mother's child. Her little boy who looked and acted so much like her. Sebastian would never realize exactly how similar he and his mother were, not even as he silently sobbed on the roof of St. Bart's many years later.


This is hopefully going to be part one in a series of short stories about Sebastian, so...yeah.

Thanks for reading~!