My savior

03

Third person's Pov:

Liam woke up with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as he panted. He had just experienced another nightmare in hopes that he didn't wake up his mother with all of his frantic screaming and crying.

But of course, he was wrong. And he knew he would be punished greatly once he heard loud footsteps near his 'room'. He backed up into the rusty walls of his 'room' as the footsteps became louder and louder till finally, the door slammed open revealing a women with a glass of bear in her left hand.

The closer she approached Liam the more tears came down his rosy, bruised cheeks. "How many times do I have to tell you to keep it down!" Liam's mother, Eleia screeched, fuming as she glared at Liam. She through the beer that was in her hands a few seconds ago at her sons small frame. Blood gushed out of the cut on his forehead, one of the glass shards hit his forehead causing the cut. Liam yelped before tears started flowing down his cheeks.

It seemed to make Eleia more mad, it just added fuel to the fire.

Eleia gripped her sons forearm in her fist, dragging him up the dark and gloomy staircase. She dragged him up to the kitchen and took the kettle which seemed to have water filled to the brim that was already boiled and burning.

She poured the painfully burning hot water onto her sons fragile frame as he screamed in pain. Liam started to thrash around in his mothers cruel and unwelcoming arms as pink burn marks were sure to mark his pale, bruised and skinny arms and any other place the hot and boiling water was poured on by his unforgiving mother. Does she even deserve that title?

Once Eleia was done with her torturous act she dropped him on the floor, "make yourself look presentable and clean the house, we'll be having a visitor. And you better be done before he gets here, or else." Liam's mother threatened before leaving him there on the ground, curled up as he cried silently as to not anger his mother any further.

After a few minutes, Liam got up as whimpers left his burning and dry throat. He moved his sore body around the trashy house and began working, trying to make the house look at least half decent.

He started by scrubbing the floors, he hated scrubbing the floors as they always made his delicate hands bleed from how roughly he has to scrub the musty floors. But he scrubbed the floors nonetheless just to avoid getting in deep trouble with his abusive mother.

After he was done scrubbing the floors he went in the only two bathroom that they had and cleaned them. He cleaned the toilet seat, rinsed the floors and wiped down the mirror and the sink tops.By the end of this cleaning marathon Liam was exhausted.

Liam feared for when the guest will come, he had a bad past with his mothers 'guests'. Some would mind their business and leave him alone and instead have 'fun' with his mother but the others would..they would do 'stuff' to Liam, unbearable 'stuff'. And Liam hates it, whenever they did it he wouldn't be able to function around without limping, it left his body sore and bleeding. Unfortunately this has happened 4 times in his short life.

Liam ran to his 'room' and sat down on his mattress, curling up into a ball form.

Just after a few minutes, the door slammed open startling Liam as he jolted up, with his eyes wide open. A man who looked to have greasy grey hair and a fat stomach. He was wearing a white and dirty tank top and dark blue jeans with brown boots.

Liam backed up into the filthy wall behind him as the man began walking to him till he finally came to a stop, hovering over Liam's small frame.

"Leave me a-alone" Liam muttered as the filthy man hovered over him, the man put on a smug look on his face. The man then started kicking poor Liam as Liam put his hand over his head and face, trying to get any form of protection from the harsh man hovering over him. The man kept torturing Liam as Liam cried silently, staying in his curled-up position. After the man had his fun, kicking Liam he grabbed a fist full of Liam's hair and dragged him up forcing Liam to stand up while in the process making Liam feel like his scalp has been moved from how hard he pulled on his hair.
The man then bent down and pulled Liam onto his knee causing Liam to yelp at the sudden movement, Liam looked down at the rusty and dirty floor with his blurry vision. all of a sudden, the man smacked his hand onto Liam's lower torso. Liam whimpered at the sudden rush of pain, feeling light-headed. all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain in his bum. just like the other four times...
liams eyes widened. "NO PLEASE DONT, ILL BE GOOD PLEASE" Liam begged but to no avail. the man didn't listen he kept doing it. Liam was confused as to what the man was doing, he was always confused when it happened. he wasn't sure of what they were doing but he was as sure as hell he didn't like it. he hated it.
once the man was finished liams legs were trembling, snot, and tears were all over his face. the cruel man pushed Liam off of his knees and stood up, he then stepped on Liam, putting all of his weight and might on the leg that was stepping on Liam. the man chuckled as Liam struggled and wheezed under his weight, "stupid kid." the man muttered before kicking Liam, sending him rolling over, the man then turned around and left Liam there, feeling light-headed, bloodied, and sore while sobbing his wholesome, small heart out.
after a few minutes, liams mom came over to his 'room', "the guest that came today will come back tomorrow, and if you try to fight him off then I swear you'll regret ever being born." liams mother spoke harshly and demandingly, "y-yes" Liam replied. Eleia glared at her son, raising a brow. "y-yes m-ma'am" Liam spoke. Eleia then left her sore son, going to drink her cold stone heart out at the fact that she wished she never had Liam and that if she didn't have him then her boyfriend who was also Liam's dad would've stayed. and maybe then, just maybe she wouldn't have to bring men over to soothe that loneliness and emptiness in her.
Liam was painfully stuck between 'how it is' and how it's supposed to be'. By now he has figured that it's not normal, the pain that his mother puts him through is far from normal. but he can't help but deny it. 'it has always been like this and it will always be like this' Liam thought as he drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.

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