AN: Angst angst angst and sadness and fear and everything bad in the world! Do you like my song? It's about my fanfictions! Pfft, OK, well, warnings for emotional and physical abuse, may the Fandom forgive me, and enjoy!
-AP

Viktor's POV

I never told Yuuri about my parents for a handful of reasons. Not that I was afraid of them meeting him; No doubt they would love his politely demure personality that he held off of the ice as much as they seemed to love him on it. No, it was more of a personal...

I moved in with Yakov when I was 13, and any memories before that had been firmly repressed for most of my life. My parents constantly insisted that what I'd accuse them of was just me lying, and eventually, being a child with no other input, I found myself believing them; That I really did just crave attention. The truth is that at the time of taking Yuuri to meet them, I was still completely unsure of how my childhood actually happened up until my figure skating coach who kept ranting about my promising career on the ice decided I was better off with him.

When I was 18, I moved out of Yakov's and got a place of my own near his in case I ever needed support that my friends couldn't provide. In other words, Yakov was basically the best father figure I had from the beginning of my teens and still going. All of my memories of my actual family were either untrustworthy in my head or blurry enough that I dismissed them...All I knew was that the very thought of meeting them again, even as an adult, made me want the floor to swallow me.

Surely, though, people change.

That's what I kept telling myself when we got to the airport, and when the average-height thin-as-a-stick woman who called herself my mother wrapped her arms around me in a hug that seemed overwhelmingly dangerous, and when we got to the house that looked absolutely pristine, and when my father seemed to take to Yuuri immediately. That's what I told myself, because otherwise, without any explanation, I would have been running away from the situation as fast as my legs would possibly carry me.

"Mama, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!"

Yuuri's POV

I had no idea why Viktor was so nervous. His parents seemed to love me, making jokes and even acknowledging the fact that we were dating better than any other person in Russia had before. (Not counting Yakov and Yurio, of course.) I wasn't stupid though, there was something strangely off about Viktor, despite the fact that on the outside he was acting as he usually did. Mrs Nikiforov suggested making us dinner, and I agreed immediately, confused when Viktor's grip under the table tightened hard upon my hand.

After dinner, Viktor hastily offered to help wash the plates as if it was more obligatory than voluntary, and his father was kind enough to tell me some hilarious stories about 'baby Vitechka' whilst we waited.

A sudden crash from the kitchen made us both shoot to our feet though, and I zoomed into the kitchen with Viktor's Dad in tow. There were pieces of what looked to have once been a plate on the floor, and Viktor looked like he was about to burst out crying. "Mama, I really didn't mean to drop it." His mother's face had gone dark, and he was shaking like a leaf. Mr Nikiforov seemed nervous too, quickly speaking up. "Now, now, it's just a pla-!"

SLAP!

I stood in complete horror as Viktor's head whipped to the side, and only then did he seem to notice I was even in the room. He noticed me slowly though, vaguely, as if he couldn't quite determine where he was and who was with him. When he did, his reactions immediately went to normal though, his head turning to the floor as he meekly offered to clean up his mess. His mother nodded and shoved him into the wall as he was on his way into what I assume was a storage room.

She turned back to us with a smile that suddenly seemed sinister on her face. "Yuuri, I don't know how you deal with him! He can be so clumsy and stubborn." I nodded numbly, trying to offer her what little of a smile I could muster. It seemed to work, because she was immediately continuing the dishes as if nothing had even happened. Viktor's father seemed completely casual about it, just offering me another drink.

Despite the fact I knew our flight wasn't due until tomorrow, I told him I shouldn't because we'd need to leave soon. He nodded resignedly, before sending me back into the room with a promise to bid us goodbye as soon as the dishes were done.

After about fifteen minutes though, I was more than suspicious, and slowly sneaked back towards the kitchen. As soon as I heard sobbing from inside, I bolted in though.

Viktor was pressed up against a wall, attempting to push himself further away from his father, who had very obviously bloody knuckles. There was a large bruise forming on the right side of Viktor's face and one that seemed to begin on his neck and end somewhere on his chest. Some parts of his face were even bleeding, including his nose and lip. And the worst part was that Mrs Nikiforov was watching without a care in the world, and her husband was going in for more.

I dragged him backwards by the collar before lifting Viktor to his feet, turning to glare at them threateningly. My boyfriend himself was limping as I rushed to get him out of the room with a quick "I apologize, but we really should be going" and then hailing a cab and driving us both...well, I hadn't decided yet. Viktor let out a groaned address of what I assumed was Yakov's, and the taxi driver looked at us concernedly in the mirror. "You sure you don't want a hospital?" He asked in Russian, but Viktor responded in a harsh tone, and the driver didn't say anything after that until he asked for his payment.

I knocked on the door to the building and Yurio answered. He looked like he was going to complain until his eyes landed on Viktor's state, and then he just quickly ushered us inside, letting out a yell of Yakov's name.

The coach was there surprisingly fast, and when he looked at Viktor, he sighed. "Oh, Vitya..." He moved beside the man, who'd collapsed on the couch and only gave him a wave of the hand as response. I was stood awkwardly in the doorway, hopping from foot to foot in an insatiable anxiety as Yakov commanded Yurio to get a first aid kit. The younger boy pulled me aside after Yakov demanded we leave the room.

"Yuuri, what happened?" You could tell when Yurio was worried, because he'd actually call me by my name instead of some rude variation of 'pork cutlet bowl', or anything relative to that statement. I explained as best as I can, and realization seemed to dawn on the teenager's face. "His parents? Yeah, Yakov talks about them sometimes. It's no wonder he ended up like that. His father was put in prison for child abuse and having a sexual relationship with a minor who used to be Viktor's friend, and his mother got 3 years for emotional and physical abuse of a child."

"W-what?! Why didn't Viktor tell me?!" I said. Everything made sense now, though; Viktor's nervousness and fear about me meeting his parents, his obvious hesitance around them, the fact that he'd seemed off this entire trip. Yurio made a face as if he was reluctant to continue, but did anyway. "He didn't really know. Yakov said he was in so much shock when he moved in that the police's trial only had to include pictures of him because he wasn't stable enough to testify against them. He literally forgot everything...When I first met him even, he was still a little spacey, like he wasn't sure of himself, when he was off the ice."

Yurio and I talked for a while about that. Viktor. Then I went on to ask how his training was doing, and he turned back to his embarrassed-of-us persona that I was used to. It felt like forever until Yakov came out of a bedroom, telling us he'd put Viktor to bed for now, and that he wanted to talk to me. I nodded obediently, following him back into the living room. He turned to me. "I have no doubt Yurio told you a thing or two about Vitya's parents?" I nodded again, paying attention as if it'd kill me if I didn't.

"Well, it was okay, this was one mistake and you didn't know, but now they know that someone will protect him they won't give up. He gets...He gets in this dazed state, and he forgets, and it's easy that way, but it's also then easy for him to keep on making this mistake. Keep him close to you, Yuuri. I mean it."

All I could do, after witnessing everything, was nod.

AN: I'm sorry, forgive me, I'm sorry! I'm not sorry. Look, I don't know where to stop with the angst, okay? Feel free to scream at me in the reviews, it's okay, I understand, I would scream at me too. Review if you liked, and thank you very much for reading!
-AP