Trigger Warning
⚠️Abuse⚠️
Greyson
"Since you have a dance tonight I'll go a bit easy on you for now, but as soon as you walk through that door tonight you're gonna regret the second you were born. You hear me?"
"Yes sir." I nod.
"And you better not think of sleeping out either. Get the rope."
There was a shit ton of rope and rehab medication among a bunch of old tools and toys in our utility closet. I grabbed the rope and handed it to him so that he can tie my hands in front of me. He tied it rather loosely compared to other times, probably so that it doesn't bruise.
"Grab some of those rehab pills you want me to take so badly too."
"What?" I asked baffled.
"DON'T QUESTION ME BOY!" Quickly I fumble to grab a pill bottle with my tied hands. I give them to him and wait for his next request.
"Lay flat on your stomach with your hands above your head. You have three seconds to tell me WHERE THE HELL IS IT!" he shouts as slings a leather whip across my back.
The pain sears across my skin like fire causing my back to contract. No matter how many times he hits me I never get used to the pain. I muffle my screams as best I can because he doesn't like to hear them, and if I don't he only gets more violent.
"I don't know." I cry, which only makes him slash me again.
He continues to strike my back with his leather whip until it starts to feel numb. At some point the questioning stopped and so had my tears. I was just waiting for it to be over so that I could get dressed before Kev and Jay came over.
Eventually he stops and grabs me by the hair forcing me to stand up. He pushes a handful of his rehab medication into my mouth and a cup of water in my hand.
"Swallow it."
"Mmm?" (What?) I ask my eyes wide in fear.
"Are you stupid?"
He yanks the cup out of my hands, and pulls my head back by my hair as he pours the water into my mouth. I start the choke on the pills and water and my throat feels like it's about to collapse.
"You spit them out and you won't be going to that dance. So swallow. It."
After a few moments of struggling not to throw up I finally swallow the pills. I have no idea if these will kill me or not but I feel fine for the most part and that's all that matters. Once he checks my mouth to make sure nothing's left he unties my hands and sends me upstairs to get dressed. Twenty minutes later Kevin and Jacob arrive and we head straight to school for the dance.
"Sorry we're late, I got a flat tire," Ms. Lexi, Jacob's mother says.
"It's alright."
"You boys look really handsome in your suits. I want to take a picture of you three at school."
"Mommm, that's embarrassing," Jacob grumbles.
"I don't see what's wrong with it." I shrug and it stings.
"I second that. I look too fabulous to not take any pictures," Kevin agrees.
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Romance"What the hell do you want Greyson?" I shout unlocking the door. It's raining heavily so I don't even bother hiding the irritation laced in my voice. I swing the door open about to continue my rant when I'm brought to a halt by his lips crashing dow...
