Prologue
November 21, 2023 at 3:15 AM
Notes:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43258408/chapters/108731305
Late evening. Lanterns had been lit on the street for a long time, illuminating the way home for people who had been delayed. The moon was shining brightly in the sky, and the windows of the houses were curtained, light burned in them, which even made its way through the curtains.
But in one of the houses, the curtains on the windows were curtained a few days ago and have never been opened since. No one cared, because the owners could have gone somewhere, so the neighbors were calm about it, and in the meantime, a fierce horror was happening in the house…
"Your mother wasn't my soulmate," Lewis Snart hissed, bending over his little son, cowering on the floor, "and Lisa's mother wasn't my soulmate," the man laughed nervously, "they even told me that I didn't have a soul mate, they said that I was so bad that my fate is to be lonely," the elder Snart laughed loudly, waving his arms, in one of them there was a bottle of alcohol from which he drank.
He came closer to Leonard lying on the floor and, trying to say the phrase clearly, said:
"And you will be the same as me, I can guarantee it," grinned right in his son's face.
The boy was silent, because he knew that his father would be more angry if he spoke, and even more so if he objected to him. He wanted to close his eyes, but stopped in time, because Snart Sr. did not like it wildly, for this he could hit so that it would be visible to everyone around, and Leonard had nothing to hide bruises. Lenny prayed to himself that Lewis would not touch his little sister Lisa, who was sitting in another room at that time and was afraid to look out, because a drunk father is the worst nightmare of the children of this family.
The corrupt policeman was very cruel — when he was drinking, he often severely beat his daughter and son, threw things at them and mocked them in every possible way, which, however, was normal for him even when he was sober, so the children tried to come home as late as possible or, conversely, as early as possible, but in this case, they sat in their room as quietly as mice and, if possible, did not stick out.
At this time, the father went outside to buy more drinks, well, or try to do it, since it was immediately obvious that he was damn drunk, and the boy carefully got up from the floor and staggered towards his sister.
"Lenny..." Lisa sobbed, holding out her hands to him. He immediately picked up the girl in his arms and, when she snuggled up to him, stroked her hair soothingly, and then whispered, trying to believe in his own words:
"Everything is fine, he will never touch you again, I promise."
