𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙅𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙚 ─ 𝘉𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳

Chapter 13 - Dollhouse

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3rd Person

The officer pulled up at the Byers home, and Will began to hyperventilate.

Lonnie dragged him out of the car, and Will began pleading with him.

"I don't want to die, please please I don't want to die!" He bawled, trying to walk the other way.

Lonnie laughed slightly and continued dragging the boy down the path leading up to his house.

Will was screaming and crying at this point, trying his best to get a neighbor to call the police before his life was ended.

"STOP FUCKING CRYING." Lonnie belted, but that only caused Will to cry louder.

He opened the front door and immediately threw Will on the floor, making a loud thud.

He closed the door behind him, locking it securely.

"You know you are a real brat." He scolded, his tone vicious.

"I do so much for you! I feed you, you have a bed! And yet you run away and then fucking EMBARRASS ME?" Lonnie screams down at his son, and Will shieled his face, scared of What might happen.

"I DO SO FUCKING MUCH FOR YOU. And yet you still act up." Lonnie spat, his eyes scaring Will.

"When children are badly behaved. They get punished." Lonnie whispered, and Will's heart began racing.

"I'm sorry! Please I'm so sorry!" He bawled, trying to use his hands to shield himself.

Lonnie looked around for anything that might injure the small boy, and he saw a few beer bottles laying around and grinned.

He grabbed one and smashed it across the young boys face, leaving blood pouring out of his previously healed cheek.

"Please! I'm so sorry!" He begged, his sobs echoing throughout the house.

Lonnie grabbed a second bottle and threw it down at him, and it hit him in the stomach, causing Will to let out a loud sob.

"Stop, please! I'm so sorry!" Will begged, his entire body already aching.

"Shut the fuck up!" Lonnie yelled down at him, raising his hand.

Will saw this, and just gave up yelling and began bawling.

"I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I don't want to die." He whispered, trying to shield himself as best as he could from his fathers hand.

Lonnie struck Will directly on the wrist, making the small boy let out a loud sob.

"Stop! Stop please!" He sobbed, holding his arm which was now aching.

Lonnie rolled his eyes and picked up a third beer bottle from the table and glared down at his son.

Will was bleeding heavily from his face, his wrist was swollen and tears streaming down his face at an unnatural rate.

Lonnie grinned slightly at the sight, and his grip tightened around the bottle.

Lonnie got down on his knees and bent down to Will's level, and for a second Will thought he might be okay.

"Poor little Will.. So fragile." Lonnie mocked the small boy.

Will sobbed, looking up at his father with pure fear.

"You know, you're such a fucking disappointment. I wanted a man when I had a child. Not a fucking faggot." Lonnie spat, and Will let out a loud choked sob.

"I-I'm sorry." He whispered.

"You fucking should be." Lonnie glared down at him, and Will watched as Lonnie lifted the the bottle above his face.

His breath hitched, knowing there's nothing he could do, he just held his arms weakly above his face to try and shield himself.

Lonnie smashed the beer bottle across Will's face, small pieced of glass getting into his mouth and injuring the inside of his mouth and some going down his throat.

Will began to cough, small drops of blood spluttering out of his mouth.

Lonnie grinned, but watching Will cry and splutter wasn't enough.

He held Will by his throat, blocking any air that the boy might've been able to get.

Will gave up trying to do anything ans just sat and screamed and cried, feeling his lungs giving up on him. He just hoped the neighbors could call someone before it's too late.

hope u fucking enjoyed this JONATHAN BYERS 🤬🤬

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