Winry Bashing! Parental!Roy/Ed, Parental!Hughes/Ed, Slight!AU

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, rape and molestation, cutting, suicide, etc. If sensitive to any of the previously stated warning(s), please refrain from reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Of Shattered Glass and Broken Masks:

Chapter One

Edward Elric walked up the stairs of his home and into his room. He opened his door only to find his room to be a mess. He cleaned it up swiftly before his father came home. The blonde boy walked to the other side of the relatively large house to his mother's room. It was then he breathed deeply before turning the nob to see his sickly pale mother lying in her bed peacefully. The older woman was a young mother of thirty-two. It was eight years before when she developed a terminal illness, when Edward was born.

Said blonde boy walked back down the stairs quietly to fetch a pale of warm water and rag to place on her forehead. He pulled the large bucket from under the sink and filled it with warm water. With that, he walked up the stairs once again, carrying a heavy bucket in his small hands. He dragged it up the stairs, struggling. Ed was leaving small puddles of water in his wake. He opened his mother's door, and walked in, resting the wide pale next to the brown-haired woman's bed quietly. Ed then sunk the rag into the water before pulling it out and wringing the rest of the water into the pale, then resting it on the paler woman's forehead. The golden blonde boy sighed in relief. He headed back to his own room, resting his head on the soft pillow. He was so close to his needed sleep.

Then he heard the closing/slamming of the front door, and he shivered uncomfortably (in fear) in his bed, hoping the man that walked in wouldn't disturb his much needed rest. The heard the heavy footsteps of a man coming up the stairs before hearing a loud thump. He closed his eyes harder, suddenly remembering the small puddles of water he'd left dragging the pale up the stairs.

He got from under his sheets and made up his bed before hiding in a large container in his closet, praying the older man would go away. The heavy footsteps made their way past his door to his mother's. Once Ed heard it shut he gave a sigh of relief. He heard his front door open, cringing. The blonde curled himself into a tighter ball and tried to not shake in fear.

His closet door opened, and he whimpered softly. The container opened only to reveal a dirty blonde boy with grey eyes. Edward sighed in relief. "Alphonse," he started, whispering, "What are you doing here?"

"Papa, wants you downstairs," the smaller boy said.

Edward instantly froze, but to not worry his brother, he smiled brightly. "Al, I need you to go in your room and lock the door. Then put on the stereo on really loud, okay?"

"But, why, big brother?" Alphonse asked, his head tilted in confusion. Alphonse was still six-years-old, going on seven. He didn't need to know. He should never know.

"Just go!" he exclaimed in whisper.

The younger boy looked shocked and confused, but went into his room down the hall anyway. Edward walked slowly out of his room and down the stairs, avoiding the puddles of water. Once he got to living area, his legs started to become more and more shaky as time went by agonizingly slow.

"Y-Yes, papa?" he stuttered nervously.

The much taller, older man he was facing stood at an astonishing height 6'6" with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was one of skinny build, but broad at the same time. His eyebrows were furrowed and his muscular arms were crossed.

"When did you come home?" the man asked.

"I came after lunch so I could take care of mother," he said sheepishly. His entire body was shaking with fear of what would happen today.

"Did you leave the drops of water n the stairs?"

Edward did not want to answer, his father knew. He stood scared and defenseless as the glare of the older man branded his body.

"Answer me!"

"Yes!" the blonde exclaimed, "I didn't mean to. I was only filling the pan for mama."

The older man kneeled down the blonde's eye level with his hands on his small shoulders. "Say, Edward, would you like to play our little game?"

Ed was on the brink of tears. He wanted to scream and cry helplessly, but he knew better than to scream without being asked to. "Please, papa, not again."

"C'mon now, its just a little game, nothing else."

"The game hurts, daddy, I don't want to play today, please."

The man stood up, "Come on, let's go to your room okay."

The blonde's head fell in shame as the older man grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs to his room. The older man closed the door behind the shorter boy. Edward stood in the middle of the room.

"Now take your clothes off," he ordered.

It wasn't until then Edward heard the music playing in the background.

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