𝐛 𝐫 𝐨 𝐤 𝐞 𝐧 || 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 || 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭

TW || abuse, blood, violence 

stay safe everyone, drink water, you are loved <3

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"STOP!" he said as the tool scraped his neck, barely managing to scream at the top of his lungs, tears streamed in heavy flows down his cheeks, leaving two clean rivers down his soiled face.

 The salty water seeped into his open wounds making him wince and cry even more. Pain was something his body could not tolerate any longer, the few spurts of energy he had were rare, and the longer he stayed here the less his chances were of making it out of this place and going back with his friends. He had to escape, but how he would do it, he didn't know.

"Please, I can't do this, there has to be something else, anything, say it and I'll do it for you to stop." he said pleading his case as if he were in court in front of a judge.

All he wanted to do was run. 

Run until his body could run no more, until the soles of his shoes got holes in them, until he was far far away from him until he could hurt him no longer. 

He wanted to live like a normal kid, have a normal childhood, have fun with his friends, but no, that's not what he got. Guess Clay didn't win the lottery. 

His hope was running low, and he didn't know how much strength was left in him and that was a constant fearful thought that haunted his mind.

The sinister man walked around the table, into and out of the low flickering torches, playing with the bloody tool in his right hand, and beer in the other around where Clay was seated. Pondering at the idea of what he just said, a smirk creepily formed on his face and you could see an idea had popped into his head.

"No. You haven't even started learning your lessons yet." he firmly stated. "I've just gotten started. Now that your Mom left you here, we are free to have even more fun! The endless possibilities Clay, just imagine. I will teach you how to respect others, and then I will finally be happy. Don't you want to see me happy? Think about it." The psychopath laughed as new ideas formed in his head.

But Clay was barely paying attention to his words, but instead warily watching the man play with the sharp tool in his hands, waiting for the moment he would use it on him again, like a lion pouncing at his next meal.

 It's been three months since they left...

How has it gotten so much worse

"Now go, put on your mask and leave. I'll give you a break, we're done for today. Go to your friends. I expect you back here by 8:00pm for dinner." the man said.

Clay scrambled and picked up the now tattered mask that his older sister had made for him, the one with the smiley face, which was now crooked because of how many times he had to repaint it on. 

A hard fist plummeted itself into his face and now he found himself in obliterating pain on the floor.

What did I do wrong now?!

"Say goodbye to your father, Clay, that's disrespectful. I need you to hunt dinner as well, I don't feel like going out today. Whatever you find is decent enough."

He rubbed his cheek in pain and could taste blood, but quickly got back up again and put the mask securely on his face, ensuring no one could see around the edges. He ran as blood slowly dripped down his cheeks and lips, over the tender, pink scars on his skin, and around the bruises that would form over the next few hours.

"Goodbye sir, will do, thank you."

In a matter of seconds he dashed out of the door back into what he wished was not an escape from unfortunate reality, but a normal thing for him to be doing.

As he ran, memories flashed through his head like a movie he'd replayed a million times.

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(word count: 672)

first chapter is a pretty short one, but the next ones will be longer, more than 1k each :))

This is just a pilot to start off the story, it'll get better haha

wonder what flashback is playing in his head

remember you are so so loved <3