"Cold Words", #25 Aftermath, Sam, PG
Title: Cold Words
Author: darkseeradept
Characters/Pairings: Sam
Word Count: 223 (>_> it’s never even sorry!)
Prompt: # 25 Aftermath
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence (itty bitty bit cause Sam’s Dad was a duche)
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sam always hated visiting his father, nothing good was ever said when he did.
Disclaimer: … I could only wish upon thousands of nonexistant stars.
Author's notes: ._. Does this count as Spam posting?
It was never pretty. The effects visiting his father had on him. And as Sam examined the large purple bruise on the side of his face in his reflection on the tiled floor, he sighed. He just had to open his mouth. Almost twenty years of knowing when to keep his mouth shut and learning how to let every put down his father ever said to him, roll right off of him like water on a duck; all of it had gone out the window in a matter of moments.
Sam winced as he trailed his fingers over the fist shaped mark on his left cheek. It didn’t hurt all that bad; he was used to dealing with physical pain. What he wasn’t used to dealing with, was the horrified look his mother wore when the General’s fist had connected with the side of his sons face. At least he had waited until after all the guests had left. ‘How considerate of him.’
Pressing his palms into his eyes, the blonde sniper groaned inwardly as he heard the locker room door swing open. He didn’t really feel like dealing with his team mates right now, but Sam knew inside of him, he would never regret interrupting his fathers’ harsh words about the SRU; even if to do so, meant welcoming a cold fist.
Author: darkseeradept
Characters/Pairings: Sam
Word Count: 223 (>_> it’s never even sorry!)
Prompt: # 25 Aftermath
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence (itty bitty bit cause Sam’s Dad was a duche)
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sam always hated visiting his father, nothing good was ever said when he did.
Disclaimer: … I could only wish upon thousands of nonexistant stars.
Author's notes: ._. Does this count as Spam posting?
It was never pretty. The effects visiting his father had on him. And as Sam examined the large purple bruise on the side of his face in his reflection on the tiled floor, he sighed. He just had to open his mouth. Almost twenty years of knowing when to keep his mouth shut and learning how to let every put down his father ever said to him, roll right off of him like water on a duck; all of it had gone out the window in a matter of moments.
Sam winced as he trailed his fingers over the fist shaped mark on his left cheek. It didn’t hurt all that bad; he was used to dealing with physical pain. What he wasn’t used to dealing with, was the horrified look his mother wore when the General’s fist had connected with the side of his sons face. At least he had waited until after all the guests had left. ‘How considerate of him.’
Pressing his palms into his eyes, the blonde sniper groaned inwardly as he heard the locker room door swing open. He didn’t really feel like dealing with his team mates right now, but Sam knew inside of him, he would never regret interrupting his fathers’ harsh words about the SRU; even if to do so, meant welcoming a cold fist.