(Skephalo) Forgive me father for I have sinned

One more time

//Trigger warning: body horror/gore, abuse//

11/6/19
Wednesday

POV: Third person

The sun blazed through the window, curtains pushed aside to let it fill up the small room. Bad blinked his eyes open, immediately regretting it as he had a face full of sun. He blocked it with his hand, although being careful as it was still hurting even after a few days since it had been damaged.

Bad picked himself up and sat at the side of his bed. He looked almost empty, covered in bruises, red marks and cuts. Bad sighed in pure tiredness, he was so done with this all and he didn't think he could take anymore of the abuse.

His stomach grumbled quite violently, Bad put his hand of his stomach and hushed it in an attempt to shut it up and stop himself from being hungry.
Almost on cue, his door had unlocked itself and opened up, to Bad's delight it was his mother with a plate of toast, eggs and even bacon and a knife and fork. "I know I'm not to supposed to give you food but I couldn't sit aside and let you starve." She admitted, carrying a small shy smile on her face.

Her son returned the smile to the best of his ability, it was a bit difficult considering how it felt as if there was nothing to smile for and all the energy had been sucked out of him, or rather beaten.

She handed him the plate, patting the top of his head in comfort once the brunette had taken the food out of her hands. It was silent for a moment, every part of Bad's body was telling him to shove all the food down his throat but he just stared down at it while thoughts in his mind clashed together.

"Why don't you hate me?" Bad questioned, looking up at his mother with a sorrowful expression. She ticked her tongue, bending down a little to get to her sons level. "Well darling I could never hate you, besides your father never told me." Bad mouthed an 'oh' and nodded his head in understanding, he said a quick thank you and started eating his food; this time ignoring a few of his manner because he was too famished remember or even care.

The left askew door started to open, Bad's mother wiped her head around to see Micheal entering the room and witnessing the sight before him. Bad caught the man at the corner of his eye, looking up at him in fright like his mother.

Micheal just sighed and punched the bridge of his nose, telling his wife to take the plate from the boy and leave the room. Bad prepared for what would happen everyday since he had come out to his father and he'd been locked in his room. Micheal lent down, getting level with Bad and staring him straight in the eye.

"Do you love him?"

Bad opened up his mouth to speak, but stopped. He thought for a moment, trailing off in his on mind. Micheal patiently waited for his answer, the one thing he could ever actually wait for.

"No."

Micheal looked at his son a little longer, a smile, tiny, infinitesimal smile creeped up on his face. He gently and playfully hit his sons shoulder, to which Bad reacted with by flinching. He stood up straight, looking down at his son as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt.
"If I find out you have lied to me, there will be worse consequences then what I have already served to you, do you understand?" Bad nodded, watching Micheals every move.

The priest walked over to the door, holding onto the handle, "You have a lesson scheduled with Zak, I was going to cancel it but instead I want you to go and when you return I expect you to tell me how you felt and continue to feel about the encounter."And with that, Micheal walked out the room, closing it, and for the first time in half a week, not locking it. Bad let out a breathe he didn't even know he was holding, he clung to his sides and felt worse, way worse now that he'd just done that.