DORIAN's POV
It was one of those chaotic days when the noise inside the house woke the little boy up from his sleep. The little boy sat perched at the top of the stairs, peeking through the handrails.
The discordant voices were a source of distress for him. He despised the loud noises and wished to stop his parents' fights. Many times, he would venture downstairs, only to find himself entangled in a chaotic and unpleasant situation.
In his attempts to protest, he inadvertently became the target of arrows or, at the very least, the focal point of his father's wrath. The fear he experienced was so profound that articulating words had been becoming a daunting task.
Clenching his fists to suppress the tremors in his body, he was attempting to convince himself of his inner strength.
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