Unkissed. (Rated R)

9.♣️

My head whips violently from the impact of my fathers back hand coming across my face, knocking my whole body down to the ground. "Fuck!" he roars.

Barely enough time to reconcile what just happened before his foot collided with the side of my rib.

"You fucking shit, you imbecile, what do you mean she wasn't there." He screeches, pools of saliva fall like rain from his mouth.

Coughing out the pain, "I went there father, but she wasn't there."

"Liar!," he screams raising a palm and sharply bringing it down on my other cheek, knocking off my balance once again and I'm met with the ground for the second time, deeply wincing. My father's hands were thick and massive it's a surprise my whole head didn't come off with that slap.

"You liar!" Fingers glide through my hair roughly gripping patches at the scalp to raise my head high, out of fear of having my neck torn from my shoulders my body follows propping myself on my knees. Faint giggles of his whore in the background as she cheers on the abuse.

"I was clear wasn't I boy?" he growls, alcoholic breath fanning my face flying into my mouth.

My Teeth grits tightly as I force a nod, throat can't fathom any words.

"Was I not clear on the consequences?"

I cry nodding to the pain, few strands of hair plucking from my scalp.

"It seems I haven't been thorough with you hmm?" he threatens, tightening his grip. "Maybe you'll take me seriously if I pluck those teeth from your mouth,"

"Hurry and finish with him so we can have fun," the whore luckily whines from the couch.

Dark eyes suddenly light up to the statement, an idea too enticing for him to pass up on, I feel his grip loosening, eyes begin to haze with lust before clearing his throat. "You listen to me and listen good boy, you have until Friday to come up with something or I'll take matters into my own hands ridding of you first." He seethes throwing my head to the floor.

"Now get out of here" He spats, didn't even need to say anything more to me I was already hightailing up the steps, shriveling at the squeals and giggles of the whore. Slamming my bedroom door just as the sounds of kissing become apparent.

I sigh, planting my back against it allowing the cold of the wood to act as ice at the rising temperature of my skin, harsh slaps still stinging across my face, like alcohol to a fresh cut the tears only sharpening the pain. No time to cry, time to device plans on how I will keep this up whilst staying alive, but with every thought; she came to mind.

Is she still crying? how bad have I hurt her this time? the thought itself breaks me and I crumble to the floor bringing my knees to my chest. The saying of my brother was true; one day the light beams than the next it darkens I return back to my old life, just me with my old friend; darkness.

No more do I look forward to tomorrow, why bother? when she won't be there.

***

A couple of days have passed now and tomorrow was Friday, so far my father has been too busy and cooped up with his whore to notice me slip in and out of home, scouring the streets for food or any jewels that were left unattended. I have returned to my old ways, it's a shame, nothing to be proud of but this time survival is at hand.

It's keeping me alive and fed that is what matters, since no one will lend a hand, I must fight for survival.

Only challenge I faced was abstaining my legs from leading me out into the field or force my head not to look over at that room in the tallest tower. Easier said than done, but for now it's what's best, but best believe I'll go back for her in the future. That's a promise to myself.