As she walks into the house, she slams the door so hard that the whole house shakes. I instantly know that she has been drinking and that it's is going to be a long night. She screens my name at the top of her lungs and tells me to get my as s into the kitchen. Instead of doing what she told me to do I quickly hid in the back of the closet. Immediately after I knew that this was a bad idea and every second that I don't do what she says she is just gwting angrier. She stomps down the hallway and in an effort to hide myself deeper in the closet I bump into a box and a pot comes crashing down on the floor. The closet door rips open and I catch a glimpse of her standing in the door with a broomstick before I feel a huge pain in the back of my head. I feel my body being dragged down the hallway and I instantly know where she is taking me. I know it all too well as the torture room. As we reach the doorway of the doom I am ordered to take off all of my cloths but I refuse. I see her grip the broom and instantly feel the pain in the back of my knees as I fall to the ground. After all of my cloths are off she grabbed me and throws me to the ground. I feel my hands and feet being bound together. I said you will never get away with this you fat bitch, but this just resulted in the ropes being tightened even more. After I was all tied down so that I couldn't move, I caught a glimpse of her pull out a thin piece of leather from the drawer. She said you should have come when I called you and then I feel the leather meet my skin and lash out in pain. I counted 27 before it was done. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. She untied me from the wall and kicked me out the door. Then I was dragged down to the bathroom. First she tied my legs to the faucet, then my arms to the shower rod to the point that I couldn't bring my head above the rising water.I already knew what was about to happen before I felt the electricity from the teaser course through my veins and as my body was painfully jolted around in the water.I thought that it was the end and she had finally won. The next thing that I remember is waking up a on the bathroom floor barely being able to move from the nights beatings. I was told that my brother was coming home so I needed to get dressed and get to the kitchen. I was so mad at that Fucking bitch for all she did so I grabbed her half full beer bottle and smashed it over her head with all of my strength. This seemed to stun her enough for me to make my escape. As she came after me I knew that she was furious, but just as if on key my brother walked in the door saving me from this shell. There wasn't going to be any food for me for a few days I was informed because of my behavior that night. After everyone else was asleep and in their rooms I was locked outside in my underwear. I wanted to kill her because I knew that today she had won and even more I was mad at myself for letting her win. I never slept that winter night in the snow. And I didn't want to know what that little Fucking monster had planned for me the next day
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The lost and found
RandomThe lost and found is a fictional story about a boy that was abused sexually and physically and is written from his perspective.