KVV goretober 2023+2024 Stories

part 12 Aiden(Child) & Alexei (prequel technically to pt10)

As i took a few breathes I walked into the house. The creaky sounds, cold sharp air, the reek of smoke and booze was throughout the air.. If I was lucky I'd be able to grab my coat and my parents wouldn't even know. or not even be here. I am not lucky. I walked to my room and as quietly as I could I got to my closet before trying to open the door. And as it creaked open I heard bottles crashing and swearing.

My breath was heavy. I tried to grab my coat before He would get up, but unfortunately as i tried to grab it he got into my room as my door shrieked open. I froze in fear before turning. The Reeking stench of Booze mixed with poor quality cigarettes stormed the room as he walked towards me. He towered over me before taking off his belt and He snarled out a "you think you can be a ------ in my house" I stared at him I didn't know what that word meant. whatever it meant it was insult if it came from him.

He hit me to the ground with this belt and as he beat me harder and harder with each crack of his belt I tried to go fetal.. He didn't like that one bit. He left the room. I thought I was safe. I wasn't. He came back a little bit later before Tying me into spread out fashion so I couldn't move my Arms or Legs or go fetal.. Then he beat me. hard enough for blood to leak out of the wounds..

As he stopped beating to give himself a break.. he left the room. I had no way to escape. As he came back he had his lighter and cigs and.. Petrol... oh god oh god someone save me. He light a cigarette and with the potent stench near me.. He put it to my skin.. Arms.. Chest... Cheeks.. The burning sensation, mixed with the stench was horrific. I tried to scream. He beat my face from that. I tried to move. well squirm. He beat me..
Then he untied me. Then he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outside. The sharp coldness hit my burns and I shrieked. I begged for mercy for forgiveness I had nothing no sins to forgive for but he didn't care.. He Poured all the petrol left in the can. granted maybe a liter or two got onto me but.. He lit a match and threw it on me...

I turned to the therapist.. "And that is the last thing I remember from my childhood before going to preteen/teenage years.. What do you suggest for that" The therapist reached out for my gun, grabbed it and killed themself.. I stared for a few seconds before standing up and grabbing the gun "I've tried.. doesn't work.. maybe i'll try forgiveness like quinn said"