Hey this fic popped into my head and grew during US History (Don't ask me why, ask my muse)

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Peregrin tasted the coppery blood in his mouth. And felt another bruise to the side as his father kicked him again, and again. He did not care, this was now almost a nightly occurrence every evening when his mother and sisters went on their walk. Leaving Paladin and his heir to do some "father-son bonding"

Oh the evening always started out well a full dinner. Peregrin ( also known as Pippin) and his father just sitting in the den relaxing, then his father would drink and ale, and another and another.

'And I am the finished product' He thought to himself, 'But I deserve it, I deserve it.'

Soon Paladin was finished and took Pippin by the neck, he smelled the alcohol on his fathers breath.

"Don't you dare speak of this to your mother, got that!?!" at these last two words his grip tightend.

"Y-yes, sir" He gasped out his father let go and Pippin ran to his room in their family's hobbit hole just as his mother and sisters walked in.

He was exhasted and threw himself on his bed crying himself to sleep.

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The next day, Pippin awoke the pain in his side shot through him like a knife. He got up slowly, made sure the door was locked, he took of his shirt and directed his gaze to the looking glass. The bruises covered his chest and back. A large purplish-yellow one was in his side. He put on a fresh shirt and made sure no bruises could show. Then he went down to breakfast.

His mother smiled, "Hello Peregrin, my you look tired, did you get enough sleep last night?"

Pippin, looked up with a smile, like every morning, and said, "Of course mum, just morning sleepiness that's all."

Paladin Took came in looking clean shaven he kissed his wife on the cheek. "Good morning Eglantine. Good morning Pip!" He ruffled is son's hair. Was this the man who had, only just last night , beaten up his son?

"M-morning dad." Pippin gulped out.

Paladin frowned upon the stutter then smiled again, "Pippin come here," Pippin stepped forward, "Yep, you are too skinny isn't he Eglantine?" The with a smirk he slapped Pippin on the side, right were he knew he had kicked his son. To the ordinary onlooker it would look like a playful gesture but to Pippin it was torture, it hurt beyond imagine and he could not cry out for his mother would question it and then he would be in trouble.

"May I be excused mum?"

"Yes of course, but wash up your cousin Meriadoc is coming over today remember?"

"Yes mum."

Peregrin quickly ran to his room and screamed into his pillow. He wiped the tears away. He heard his cousins voice and smiled he could get away from the man who had haunted his nightmares, if only for a few hours, until that evening when it would start all over again.

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