Finding Christ

Chapter 1

I lay on the cold stone basement floor. My stomach hurting like hell from the beating I just got from my dear ol' dad. Why the beating? Because he didn't like the fact he had to feed me. He just left to go get me food. Which will most likely just be some bread and water. Luckily my uncle which is my dad's brother is here with him otherwise he would chain me up and do some let's call it experiments on me. Like how deep can he push the blade before I start to scream. And when I get too loud my dad will tell me to man up and shut up. Then punch me in my face or where my uncle was just slowly stabbing me. Other experiments would involve electrocution or other not-so-pleasant experiments. Thankfully I always thought these two bastards never did anything sexual to me. But my mom did. And let me tell you my dear imaginary friend I HATE my mother. She thinks that just because I am a thirteen-year-old boy I would like to have her make me do things to her. Well, I tell you what if I ever get out of here I'm going to kill the three of them and never look at another women's nakedness again. 

About three hours go by and my lovely father comes back and throws some well would you guess it. He just threw some bread at me along with a bottle of water. How nice of him. And it's cold he truly does love me. He lets me have another kick to the face then heads upstairs where I can hear loud music and women moaning when he opens the door. They must be having a sex party again. Hope my mother doesn't decide to come down with any of her "Girlfriends" Those people are the worse. But anyways let's get back on topic. Well, first lets me give you a name my new imaginary friend. Let me think. What about John? No? Ok ok, what about Gabriel? Do you like it? Cool well, then my new friend Gabriel where was I? Oh yes, my mom's weird sexual pleasures and me wanting to kill them. I've tried escaping once before but I failed as you can see. And I have been down here ever since. I have become almost completely numb to dads beatings although I try to fake being in pain otherwise he will call his brother to give me real pain. The plus side though once a year they don't do anything to me. I don't see them all day. It's around the end of the year. I believe the month was called November. My mom told me one time when she was drunk and doing things with me. 

She said I was born on November 21st, 1995. And that it was the worse day of her life. Well besides finding out she was pregnant with me. She said that my father would properly still love her if I was never born. So then I asked 'Well then why didn't you kill me?' And she never answered me. I almost feel like she does love me but in a weird way. I don't know. But anyways the day I tried to escape I was ten. It was on my birthday and I got to the front of the driveway when my uncle was pulling in. He got my butt back in that house and into the basement so quickly didn't have time to think. When my dad got home I was so cut up and beaten I couldn't speak. And when my dad was finished I was spitting up blood for two days. Oh, I should properly tell you I have a little sister. Her name is Kaitlyn. They don't hurt her very often. The most she gets is a slap or two. She is the one who comes down and helps me with my cuts or bruises. She will be down here once my parents are asleep. She is ten herself. They seem to love her more than me. And if they do love me they have a funny way of showing it.

I do love my sister though. And she says she loves me and will do her best to keep me alive until we find some help. Oh and after I stopped spitting up blood and was able to talk again my dad and uncle came down and asked where I was headed. I told them I had a school project to do and I was headed to the project partner's house to do it. Was it a lie? Hell yell. But I was allowed to go to school. But the one rule was I was to come home and stay home. No matter what. And well I broke that rule and now my rotten sex-driven mother is going to be homeschooling me. Can you guess what my lessons have been about? That's right. What hole to put it into? How fast to go? How to find a certain part of the women's area. And well I'm done talking about my nasty mother. My sister says she might have been able to find help. She told a friend of hers that she needs help. She told her to tell her father that is a cop to get a search warrant for our house. But she said to focus on the basement. And when the friend asked what she meant my dad pulled up. So she wasn't able to say anymore. This was yesterday. Which is a Friday. So we might have to wait till Monday if Kaitlyn's friend does it. But I mean what's two more days right? I mean I have been doing this basically since I was like six? Maybe seven. I don't know it all starts to blend in. 

Oh, the door just unlocked Kaitlyn must be coming down to help me. Or at least I hope it is her. As the door opens I don't hear any moaning or loud music so that's good. 

"Warren?" A female voice says softly.

"Kaitlyn?" I say back to her with a smile.

"How bad is it today?" She asks as she got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Not that bad," I say as I finish the last of my bread.

"Is that all he gave you?" She asked sorrowly.

"Yeah but he gave me a cold water bottle," I say holding it up with a big grin.

She rolls her eyes at me and pulls out a couple of ice in a zip lock.

"See I told you dad loved me," I say shaking the cold water as I still grin.

"Sure you can tell by these bruises just how much he loves you," Kaitlyn says putting the ice on my bruised chest.

 I groan in pain as the cold hits my flesh.

"Yeah good point," I say through my groans.

"Just one more day. And you are in luck. Tomorrow is my birthday and they promised to leave you alone for a whole week," She says with a happy smile that I very rarely see on her face.

I smile back but not as big.

"What is it?" She asks.

"I just don't know if they will keep their word. And Happy birthday Sis, I love you," I say hugging her even though my stiff body is screaming at me to stop moving.

She hugs me back "Thanks, bro. I'll get you out of here as soon as I can. I promise," She whispers in my ear.

She then stands and tosses me a sandwich and winks at me. "I won a bet against dad and got to give you this so enjoy ok big bro?" She says as she heads to the door.

"Hey, Kaitlyn?" I say loud enough for her to hear.

"Yeah?" She asks looking over her shoulder.

I look at the sandwich and my eyes start to tear up. "Thank you seriously. If it wasn't for you I would have given up so long ago. Be careful when making bets with dad. His part is always open to doing whatever he wants," I say choking up a bit.

"Don't worry bro. And you are welcome," She says then heads up the stairs and leaves. 

Once I hear the door close and lock I let the tears fall down my face. 

So Gabriel where was I, my good friend?