Saviour

Chapter 6

Theodores pov:

After I had gone back to my room after doing what my brother told me to do I had payed down thinking I was safe from a beating tonight, I tried to get some sleep. 30 minutes later my brother slammed my door open and began to scream at me how I was such a fucking whore and how I should just kill myself cause no one will ever love me, he grabbed my hair and dragged me to my dad saying I needed to be punished because I hadnt done what my brother had told me to do right.

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My father then got the sly smirk he always had when he was going to punish me. He then took me from my brother and dragged me to the attic and hooked me in the middle of the room again. He then proceeded to whip me with all the different types of whips he had and made me count every hit and if I stopped or missed a number he would make me start again. I had to count to 75 he restarted 3 times twice because I missed a number once just because I had almost got to 75 and he wanted to. He then began to make cuts in to my arms and legs and then carved a word into my back and then told me it reflected me perfectly because I am unlovable. I began to cry harder than I had been before and he decided I was being to loud so he gagged me. E continued to torment me until I passed out.

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- — the next day— -

I woke up on the floor and dragged myself to get a shower and get ready for work. When I was finished and headed to work it began to rain so I got drenched because I couldn't run.

—after work—

When I got back to that hell hole that I had to call home I rushed to my room and locked the door this time and lifted he floor bored under my bed and grabbed my paci and a small old teddy I had. I let myself slip into little space so I could relax and it worked for a while until I heard footsteps coming towards my room so I rushed to put them away quickly and forced myself it of little space. Just then my father kicked the door in ripping the lock off the wall and door. He then grabbed me and dragged me to the attic and beat like the night before again.

This repeated its self for a week until he caught me in little space. Then not only grabbed me but my paci and teddy and made me watch as he destroyed it in front of my face. Then beat me worse than the previous nights.

The next day when I got home I was taken to the attic straight away and beaten. Father stopped partially so I thought we had finished but he showed me money then said 'why did I find this under the floor board ion your room?1' it then vilified that was the money I was saving to leave. He then beat me til I passed out again.

The next day I got up to get ready for work but as. Locked in the attic.when I started trying to open the door more and more and it wouldn't budge my dad shouted from the other side that I might as well give up because he called to resin me from my job and I wouldn't be leaving the attic for as while.

My day repeated themselves for a few weeks after that. I would be beaten til I blacked out then wake up the next morning and be beaten again.

After a few weeks mid way through my beating my mother shouted alex and father down because Giogio was here. So father gagged me and left with alex.

A few minutes later alex and giogio came through the attic door. Alex had a gun to his back and I became hopeful that giogio was here. So I tried to ask him to help me but he grabbed the rope from the swallow and left with alex.

He then came back 5 minutes later and began to untie me. When he had he asked me if I could walk, when I tried and couldn't he lifted me up on to is hip and began to leave the attic with hip softly rocking me as he walked. When we reached the stairs he put my head in the crook of this neck and continue walking. He made me feel little so I just let myself slip for the first time in weeks. We then got in to a car and he still held me as he told someone to drive. I felt safe and began to drift off to sleep with the feeling of comfort and safety reassuring me.