The final bell rings signalling that school is over for the day. This by far was probably one of the better school days.

He walks to his locker and he gets his things in his bag and leaves. When he gets outside, he hears someone calling his name. But nobody hardly ever talks to him. They won't get caught dead trying to have a normal conversation with him. But then he rememberedSnotlout wanted to talk to him. He turns around and sure enough, there's Snotlout, running up to him.

"Hey Hiccup." Says Snotlout, finally caught up with Hiccup.Hiccup gives him a small smile. "Hey."

"Um... about earlier." And there it is. Him regretting what he said and is going to start beating him up again like usual. But obviously, Hiccup thought wrong.

"I wanted to talk about your dad, and your... um... foot." Says Snotlout, gesturing to Hiccup's stump. "But... um... if it is too hard to talk about your dad, we don't have to." Rambles Snotlout.

"Hey... It's fine. And anyway, we're family. And I already told Astrid so why not you?" Snotlout nods and they start walking. They talked but not much to take away the awkwardness surrounding the two.

"Hiccup. I'm sorry about how I was so mean to you."

"Its' fine."

"No its not. You should be yelling at me. You shouldn't forgive me that easily. You should at least punch me." Hiccup raises an eyebrow at what he said.

"You want me to lose my temper?" Snotlout nods.

"I was so mean to you yet you are being so nice to me. Why?"

"I think everyone deserves second chance. Even if they don't feel like they deserve it."

"Even me?"

"Even you." Hiccup continues walking and Snotlout follows at his side.

"So Hiccup. About your dad. What exactly happened? and if you don't live with your mom or dad, who do you live with?" Being Snotlout, he wouldn't know how hard it is for Hiccup to explain, but he does anyway.

"Oh... but who do you live with? Your not 18 yet."

"Oh... um... I live with my dad's brother, Tom."

"Tom? I have never heard of him."

"Me neither."

"Wait. You show up all beat up almost everyday... is... does he... you know... abuse you?" He asks hesitantly.

"I'd rather not talk about it." Hiccup says looking down.

"Oh. Sorry. But About your dad. Are you made at him for leaving?"

"Well, he never showed that he cared for me. He shut me out after my mom died. The only time he would talk to me is to lecture me about standing up for myself and how I should be tough and it would stop the bullying.?

"Yeah... sorry about that. I never realized how hard you had it."

"It's fine. Everyone as it hard sooner or later."

"Hiccup." Snotlout says after they walk in silence. Hiccup looks at him.

"If you need anyone to talk to, you can talk to me. I'll listen." Hiccup nods and smiles.

0*0*0*0*0

"Daddy!" Yells Lily. Hiccup stands up and looks at her. He crouches down to her height and she walks up to him. "I found Toothless!" Hiccup smiles and stands to his full height and Lily leads him upstairs. Astrid gets up and follows them up the stairs. They reach the room straight across from the stairs and a giant black dog runs out of the room, knocks Hiccup down and starts covering him in slobber. Hiccup laughs and breaks free from the dogs grasp.

"Toothless, you know that doesn't wash out!"

Astrid takes a good look at the dog and can tell he is a Newfoundland. He is large and has long, black fur. He has a big furry head, and floppy ears. He has a long puffy tail.

He opens his mouth, Astrid guesses, he is smiling. And she sees at least four teeth missing. Toothless. Then it hits her. That's why he named him Toothless.

*0*0*0*0*0*0

Its night time and Astrid is in her room. Hiccup was taking a shower. The kids are sleeping and Toothless is laying in Hiccup's spot. Astrid looks up from her book she was reading and sees a journal. It has a leather cover and the pages look old. She gets curious. She leans to the bedside table and picks it up. She opens it.

She sees drawings. They are very good. She flips through the pages. But on one page, she doesn't see a drawing, she sees writing. She begins to read the thin and somewhat sloppy writing. She looks at the date at the top but con decipher it. It was smeared. She shakes it off and reads the text.

'Today was awful. Snotlout pushes me down the school stairs... again. I can feel my arm. Is it normal? I won't know. I haven't gone one day without being in pain. Whether from Snotlout, or Tom.

I would actually be at school then be at home. Not all 10 year old's would agree with me but I am scared to go home. I always fear that Tom would beat me to hard and I would never live to see tomorrow.

I miss my dad. I remember to a point to what he looks like. Tall, broad, long red beard and mustache. For some reason, he braids his beard. I don't know. When I was five, my mom died. My dad was devastated. At six, I hardly remembered what he sounded like. He never talked to me. He never went shopping for food, so I manly starved.

I found a weight scale in the bathroom closet. I was curious to how much I weigh now but I haven't gotten any food recently. I stepped on it and I read my weight. 32.6. I didn't think anything about it but about a week after, we were told we were being weighed and to see how tall we are. When my name was called, I walked over. I was 3 feet and 6 inches. They told me to step on the weight scale. I had to take off my shoes though. I had stepped on it and my gym teacher looked worried. She looked at me and I looked at the numbers printed on the scale, 28.4. I had lost 4 pounds in one week.

She had asked if I was eating enough food. She looked worried. I had made her like that. I upset someone. My dad doesn't like when I do that. So I lied. I said I ate enough food.

At seven, I never saw my dad. I forgot what he looked like. I started eating more food. He actually went grocery shopping when he saw we had no food. I don't think he thought of me because he didn't get much. I ate little though, because if he realized that I ate what he bought for him, well, who knows what he would do.

At eight, I never saw him again. I came home from school. I was beat up and weak and tired. I saw my dad on the couch. He saw what state I was in. He sighed and had his disappointed scowl. I saw him more but he never acknowledged me.

He started yelling at me. But then he did the unthinkable. His exact words were: You don't act strong! You don't act brave, powerful, like a leader, positive, or like my son. You not my son.

I was devastated when I heard that. That night. I heard the door slam and a car driving away. At that moment I knew he had left.

He had disowned me and left me alone.

They next day, I came home from school. There was a car in the driveway. And it wasn't my dad's. The day before, I had hope that he would realize what he said, come back, and say he didn't mean, that he was stressed. But of course, he never. did.

When I had walked inside, I never knew my life would turn out like it did. I have never felt loved. And I know I never will.

The man that was in the house was my Uncle Tom. He never treated me like family. Kinda like Snotlout.

He would call me names. Never nice. I can't remember the last time anyone has ever been nice to me.

But Tom doesn't just call me names. It is more than that. It has always been more than that.'

It stops there. Astrid teary-eyed. She knew his life was hard but this was more then she thought. She hears the shower and she quickly wipes her eyes and put the journal back. She hears the door open and Hiccup comes out with a towel on his waist. His hair looks damp and like he tried drying it off.

He sees her and smiles and turns to the dresser for pajamas. When he does so... Astrid holds in a breathe.

Hiccup's back is covered in scars. Not looking like an accident. Like whip marks.

Tom must have beaten Hiccup.

Hiccup has been abused.

He isn't getting beaten up by random people.

Its more than that.

It always is.

*****

Astrid wakes up panting.

Could that be true?

Hiccup always looks beaten up.

He must have and is being abused for years.

And she can't do anything about it.

Or maybe she can.

She sees her phone.

She picks it up and calls the one person on her mind.

The person picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hey. I think you need to come sooner than we thought."

"Why?"

"Because, I think its worse then we thought. And I don't know how much longer he can hold up."

"Okay. I'll come down tomorrow."

"Thanks Stoick."

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Fact #7: My favorite animal are cats. I have two. One is super skinny, the other is my fat baby. Her name is Fat Cat. Sometimes I call her Royal Fatness.