His heart shattered as he heard the sound of Micheal beating Rudra and Iris.
He heard the crash of a beer bottle breaking, and his shattered heart dropped.
Although he couldn't see exactly what was going on, the scenes playing in his head were so grotesque that no child should have to worry about them being anything but a nightmare.
And yet, that is exactly where he was.
In a nightmare of his own making.
He imagined sick scenes of Rudra being impailed with the broken shards, the sound of Iris screaming in pain as the bottle was bashed across the side of her head.
It felt as if the world around him was closing in and he was so small and insignificant in front of its weight.
And then he felt it.
A sting against his arm.
Something sharp.
His fingers brushed against the object as he identified what it was.
Cold, and with a jagged edge, it was a shard of glass from a shattered bottle.
His father's stench of liquor clung to it.
