Demented Torture

Youtube saves me

"TOP O'DA MORNIN' TA YA, LADDIES!" I shout, starting my famous intro. I begin playing "Far Cry 4" and immediately start looking for a Suzy. I faintly hear a shout coming from the direction of Bill and I's bedroom, "Keep it down, will ya?" I guess Bill is up. I better go make him some breakfast before he gets angry. I forgot yesterday, Wednesday, and I payed dearly for it. Last weekend, when we were at the shops, (he doesn't let me go shopping by myself), I had to go down the make- up aisle to pick up some more concealer. "What you need that fer?" he had asked. I told him it was, "For a YouTube thing. No biggie." He never questioned anything I got for my, "Stupid YouTube shit."

Yesterday, he woke up in bed and I was in my office recording another video of "Deadpool." I usually hear him get up, (he's not afraid to make himself known), but I suppose I was shouting too loud and couldn't hear him. He would tell me later, after everything was over, (and he made his apology, which I accepted), that he walked into the kitchen and didn't see me in there cooking breakfast. Then he heard me shout something, and he knew where I was.

I remember him storming into my room; he made me keep it unlocked, I suppose for this reason. I don't really recall much else. He punched me a few times in the gut, and pulled at my hair until I was on the ground. He kicked willy- nilly at my crumpled form, even getting in a few good kicks to my face. When he wore himself out after that, he raised up my face by pulling my hair again until I was eye- level with him. "This better be the only and last time this happens, Jack," he snarled, growling my name. I couldn't speak, for he had hit my throat a few times, but I was able to nod my head slowly. A guttural whimper came from my throat, and he let me go, pushing my face away from him in disgust. He stands straight, spitting in my face before leaving the room to shower and dress for work.

Needless to say, I needed to use some peroxide, but I also needed a few stitches. I did it by myself. Bill doesn't allow me to go to the hospital for this kind of stuff, and I've become something of an expert on sewing my body up by now. After sewing my face up the best I could, I dabbed some peroxide onto my face, wincing at the sting. I went back to my recording, though I turned my camera off. I'll leave in an annotation in editing saying my camera cut. I'll also have to edit out Bill's surprise appearance. I'll be sure to never forget to make his food from now on.

At least I have my fans and my gaming to keep me sane. If it weren't for my job, I might just be dead by now. It helps that I have over 5 million people to stand behind me. My fans save me. My games save me. YouTube saves my life.

A/N - I am very sorry for the feels and will go curl into a ball in the corner for five years (I won't really, I'm actually gonna continue writing, but it's a nice thought to have) Thanks! Happy reading! Kate~~