Anguish and Agony |h.s|(editing)

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I woke up the next morning to my mother and father yelling. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying but I knew my father was displeased. I heard banging and glass breaking and I jumped up. I was about to run into Michaels room until my father appeared at my door. My stomach dropped and my breath hitched in my throat.

"Where do you think you're going?" He questioned, stepping in my room.

I looked down as I searched for the words to say but I could not find them fast enough.

"Someone needs to be punished, I think." He said menacingly.

I let out a whimper as his large hand clutched my upper arm. He yanked me over to the bed and pushed me down. I was now laying on my stomach sobbing, feeling more pathetic than ever.

I turned my head slightly to see him pulling a small box out of his pocket. I shoved my face back into the fluffy pillow and grabbed the edge of it, praying the box wasn't what I thought it was. I then heard two clicking sounds and knew my prayers didn't go through.

They never do; but I still find myself praying every night and day.

Moments later he trudged over to me and pushed my shirt up. He inhaled then exhaled the smoke giving me a hint of what he was about to do.

As the thing I loathed so very much came in contact with my not-so-perfect skin I bit down on the pillow and swallowed the cries back. I clenched my jaw until my gums were sore, I balled my fists until my fingers couldn't take it anymore, I did anything to try to distract my brain from the agony my back was feeling.

He moved to a different area once he was satisfied with the previous burn. He did this two more times then simply left the room.

'What did I even do?' I thought to myself.

'Why did I deserve this?'

I did not move until the pain subsided. Slowly, I got up making sure to not touch the new injuries and made my way to the wall on my left. I lightly knocked on it two times.

This was a signal or message that my brother and I did when we needed help. Immediately after, he came in and helped me clean the burns and put bandages on them so they wouldn't rub on anything. Neither of us said anything the entire time until his lips parted.

"They're going out tonight, to a friends I think." He said quietly.

I looked up at him with a confused face.

"I'm calling the police." He flatly stated.

My eyes widened at the thought of him getting caught. They would probably kill him if they found out what he was planning to do.

I looked at him like he had three heads which led to his reply.

"Look, they trust me now. They've left us here before but I've always been too afraid to get help. They have a phone here too, and it actually works. Trust me Belle." He said.

I looked down and thought of the bad that could come out of this if his plan failed. Then I took a minute to think of all the good that could come out of it if the plan succeeded.

I thought of living in a beautiful home with Michael, making new friends, going to school, going outside, being treated the way I've longed to be since I was five. I thought of everything average people take for granted.

A small smile crept onto my face causing Michael to let out a chuckle. He then began talking quietly about the plan but I zoned out very quickly. As he continued rambling I thought of what was going to happen to our parents. If they were out when he called the police they would run and not be found. They wound not be sent to jail.  I quickly thought then whispered my plan into his ear. He looked at me like I was crazy but went with it.

We both walked to the door. I stopped in my tracks and let him go out first. Once I heard his bedroom door close I walked into the dim hallway.

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