Shattered Fate

Chapter 9: Breaks

"Get outta of my *cough cough,* face you fucking idiot its your fault anyway."

He starts coughing up blood on the handkerchief he's holding tightly as if his death grip would send me into the wall.

He stomp to the wall with the family portrait hanging up and angrily snatches it from the pin keeping it up.

I stare quietly as he tosses it to the sofa then heads into the kitchen walking out with a knife.

I flinch back until my back hits the wall fear shakes through my body like an earthquake.

He grads the portrait once more and slashes directly through my face cutting me out inching by inch.

Tears gather in my eyes yet I stare plainly as my father grabs me out from our only picture standing together.

"Fuck. OUCH..." He moves back dropping the knife and portrait, ring finger bleeding drops of red onto the floor.

I rush towards him regardless of the quaking fear in my gut, I grab his hand trying to see how deep the cut was.

He snatches his hand from me like if he were a cat sprayed with water and shoves me away from him.

My heart sours with hurt as he forces me to back away from him.

"B-but Daddy your hurt please jus-"

"GET THE FUC- " *cough cough,*

Blood splatters onto the floor staining the marble in crimson red spots.

He bends over as he chokes up more blood on the handkerchief, A large shiver runs up his body as he falls over gasping in pain.

"Dad are you oka-" smack*

My ear rings as my feet lose composure and I start to tumble to the floor.

I fall back harshly onto the cold marble floor as my cheek gains a bright red colour my skin grows cold. Wetness slides down my aching cheek and solemnly hit the floor as I stare in shock.

"Don't touch me with your wretched hand you FILTHY animal." He snarls over hunched in a kneeling position wiping the smeared blood off his lips.

"W-why daddy I j-just wanted to," my throat closes before I finish tears filter through my eyes.

He stands on wobbly legs his eyes red from crying hours on end, his hands reach for the glass bottle on the table beside him.

"I TOLD YOU. YOU FUCKING PIG, DON'T FUCKING PUT YOUR DEFILED HANDS ON ME!!"

As he releases his hols on the bottle he give a rough swing my ways and I feel my veins turn to ice as the bottle shatters in my face.

Glass shards prick everything, cutting anything in its way. Blood pools down my face as I remove my hand from the defense position. The revelation finally kicks in like an electric shock pain in carried through my entire being knocking the air of my chest only releasing pitiful screams of sympathy.

"AHHHH!!!, DADDY HELP ME IT HURTS!!"

I unknowingly call for him pleading for his attention, the sting of the wounds on my face, grows by the second. He looks upon me for a minute just watching me flail on the ground in utter agony.

"Shut up! You fucking imbecile." He stands swaying a bit and picks me up by the arm, holding me like a gutter rat.

Another cold hand pinches my cheeks together making me pout as my tears run like an endless stream.

He turns my face side to side accessing my injures.

"Maybe if you had half the smarts as your school friend, what was his name? Yes. the Parker boy, you could have been the son I longed for the son to hold the Osborn legacy. But as you grow older you will finally realize what that means."