Dimitri was utterly terrified by the teachers actions, he was shaking so bad just mumbling to himself. Images of that day flashed in his mind, of his father using everything and anything he could find to beat him with. Lamps, books, fists, he had kicked the boy so much, hurt him until it hurt to breath. He thought he was going to die that night. His breath was coming out shallow and ragged and,he,couldn't hear anything but what had happaned that night, and when Silos touched him, he flinched , terrified of the pain that he thought was coming. He was begging to calm down a bit when he felt another hand on his arm, making him flinch more as he leaned into Silos' hand whispering, "Please, don't let him hurt me. I can't take the beating, I don't want another bottle broken on my head. Please." All the while his eyes were glazed over, he didn't see the people in the room, all he saw was his father looming over himwhith a lamp in his hand, ready to smash it against the boys fram, and Maria behind him, trying to protect him until his father knocked her out with the lamp instead.<br/><br/>He remembered trying to crawl away, althou it was useless, his father simply grapped his legs and dragges him to the couch before stomping on the boys body. by the end of the night, all Dimitri could feel was pain, there was nothing but the searing, white hot pain. However, the last thing he remembered feeling was the pain of hot metal on his flesh searing and branding him for life. Even now he could feel the pain on his left shoulder blade, where the man he was forced to call his father had branded the single letter 'O' telling him it stood for obamination.