being beaten into a non-verbal state and coddled and babied like they weren’t the one that just broke your jaw. “my poor baby, are you okay? that’s a good owie, huh? oh my sweet little thing. i’ll make it all better, i promise.” raising a hand to you again when you flinch.
“you’re too little for that.” “oh baby, let me help. can’t have you hurting yourself.” “ah-ah honey, that isn’t for little ones like you.” “time to make that brain go bye-bye for a while, babydoll.” “where’s my baby? huh? i miss my little love.” “don’t you wanna be good?” yeah.