Marcos pov
Dad walks away from me as i curl up into a ball on the floor, blood dripping from my brow starts to disrupt my vision but i cant find the strength to wipe it away.
"Ruth clean him up, i want him ready for bible group in an hour" Dad snaps to mom who is just standing idly in the corner of the room, a wet cloth dangling from her hand. Slowly, she makes her way over to me and crouches down. without a word she glides the warm cloth over my bloody brow and nose.
"M-mom" i choke out hoping for her to comfort me but instead she just presses her finger to my lips and continues to wipe my brow.
All of this happened because i forgot my lines at church today, he publicly humiliated me in front of the whole parish
"For the children that are here today i want you to look at my son because this is someone you don't want to be, when you are told to remember a passage from the bible you remember it because it is the direct word of god"
After that we came home and he beat me for the best of an hour with no remorse, like he usually does.
"Go get a shower"mom says to me, her voice quiet and void of emotion
Without another word she stands and walks away leaving me sat on the floor with warm wet tears rolling down my cheeks.
Fighting the pain all over my body i stand with the support of the wall and begin to limp over to the stairs — this is going to suck
"Could you make any more noise Marco" I hear dad yell at me from a room upstairs.
"S-sorry father" i call back my voice cracking every so slightly
Lucky, i get no response from him meaning he wont come down here and hurt me again.
Quieter this time i sneak up the stairs and into the bathroom making sure to pass Dads room when his back is turned. When dads like this its better for mom to be seen and not heard and for me to not be seen and not be heard.
When he gets like this any small thing can set him off again especially with me, so i just tend to stay out of his way.
With shaking hands i undress myself revealing many red bruises, and some older green ones. I hate when dad hurts me, it seems like recently I'm always messing up
'You've changed Marco, you used to be such a good boy'
I don't know whats wrong with me, why have i become such a horrible person and such a bad behaved son.
After showering i cover myself in a towel and rub my aching body dry, i feel like its going to be hurting for a while now.
"Marco come down here once your done" Mom yells from downstairs as i rub my wet hair with a towel
Making as little noise as possible i sneak down the stairs and towards the living room where mom is placing down bibles on each chair and sofa in the living room
"Sit" she says so quietly that half way through the word it breaks down into a whisper
Doing as she says i climb onto the chair and follow her with my eyes as she grabs her makeup bag and places it next to her on the arm of the couch.
"You really should remember your lines for church, you know how upset your Dad gets when you mess up" She says quietly while covering the bruises littering my face with makeup
"I tried... i just blanked" i whisper squeezing my eyes closed
"Well just try harder, you must not disappoint your father and more importantly God" She replies before hitting my cheek with the handle of the brush
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