Deepest Desires

Chapter 7 - Belt

TW: Abuse, Blood

Bran's pov

I shake violently as my father pounds on my door, almost breaking it off its hinges. He found out what happened yesterday at school, and now he's pissed. I wish my mum didn't make me stay off I would much rather deal with Connor right now rather than my dad.

"Bran you open this fucking door now you fag" He yells, I know I should probably open the door to make the beating hurt less but I can't move, I can't do anything I know that after work he's going to be even more stressed and have more anger to take out on me

"William leave him, he's ill" My mothers soft voice calls, but my father doesn't respond instead a loud bang echoes through the hallway, and two pairs of feet rush to somewhere outside my door, he better not have hurt mom, I would rather him take his anger out on me instead of her, I'm stronger I can take it. In my burst of confidence I stand up and open the door with a shaky hand, in front of the door was my father his eyes full of rage and behind him I could make out Martha and Richard helping my mother up from the ground, she had a cut in her head which was slowly oozing blood, he hurt her that fucker hurt her.

"you hurt me, not her you hear me you want to push someone over you push me over and not her" I scream at my father but nothing seems to be rendering in his head he just seemed to get angrier, but I'm happy that all the anger is directed at me and not my mother

"William Don't hurt him please" my mother begs, but he leaves her cries on deaf ears as my father enters the room and slams the door behind him. Without a word he grabs me by my shirt and throws me to the floor.

"Who saw" my father hissed, his eyes full of rage

"Just a fe-"

"Who saw I want names" My father yelled, his hands slithering down to his pants and towards his belt. My eyes widen in fear and my breath becomes laboured as I understand whats going to happen next, what always happens next.

"Jackson, Devon, miles and a girl... Leanne, I think her name was and the nurse, that's it," I whisper, my voice shaky with fear

"Will they tell anyone what happened, will they tell anyone that my son Brandon Carlton was crying in a gym bathroom because he was sick," my father yelled unbuckling his belt, I rock my head as tears fall from my eyes

"Good, they all may think you where crying from being sick or whatever excuse you came up with but I know it was all for attention, everything you do is for attention so now your getting it and you better be great full," He hisses yanking his belt out from his trousers and holding it firmly in his hands

"I didn't want attention, I was just upset because I had been sick that's all father I promise" I cry out while moving back to cower in a corner of my large room but my father just walks towards me, hands red from how hard he was gripping onto the belt.

When I'm In front  of my father my strong façade always crumbles apart, I am always a scared little boy when I'm with him. I'm never strong, or brave I'm just that little fearful weak boy who can do nothing but take the beatings.

"Take of your shirt boy, I need to teach you a lesson, no son of mine cries that's for girls and fags, and your neither" he barks stopping in front of me, I shakily remove my shirt and stare up at my father in fear. Leaning over me he grabs me by the shoulder and flings me around so my I'm facing the wall and my back is facing him. I Tense up waiting for the pain to hit me in the back when finally it does, a loud bang echoes through my room as a burning pain lands on my back. I cry out as my back heats up with a second hit, tears streaming from my eyes and I begin to shake.

"Father please, please stop" I sob, hoping to get through to him but in just met with another hit, my mind goes numb as my father keeps on releasing his anger on me, and I collapse onto the wall my balled up fists hitting it at every burning slash to my back. I rest my forehead onto the wall letting my screams collide to the plaster.