Joe had calmed down by the time he got home, he knew his mother would be in but he couldn't go back to school or see his sisters anymore. It was all getting to much for him now having Demi on his case as well, she was sure he was being abused by his step father and she was right. He just couldn't admit it to her otherwise his mother and sisters will be in trouble, he couldn't have that. As much as they annoyed him she loved them so much. Joe made his way into the living room raising his eyebrow when he saw his father on the couch already having a beer in his hands.
"Where's mom?" Joe questioned.
"Been called into work early," Gary begun switching the TV off standing up straight making is way over to his step son. "You're going to tidy this house and I'll take the credit when your mom gets home from work and you're in bed."
"What no! I don't even tidy my room so I'm not going to tidy the house!" Joe snapped at him squealing in pain when Gary kicked the back of his legs making him fall down to the floor in pain now knowing what was coming.
"You'll do what your told or else you know what's coming." Dave snapped back.
"Do it, I don't fucking care anymore." He spat flinching as his step father begun to kick his torso not trying to block his kicks. His arms would get the impact that way.
"You need to learn who's fucking boss." Gary continued to kick stomping on his stomach avoiding his face knowing that his mother would see those wounds but not the ones on his stomach and legs. He let out a taunting laugh as he continued to stomp and kick Joe now giving up his face scrunched up in pain waiting for the next kick or stomp to come along.
"S-Stop." Joe begged muttering his words.
"No I fucking won't, you're a useless piece of shit. You don't deserve to live, nobody loves you not even your mother or sisters!" He taunted laughing more as Joe begun to cough up blood collapsing back on the floor. The last thing he saw was a foot come down on his face, then his whole world went black as he fell unconscious.
Denise made it home a little earlier than normal that night having gone in early. She got out the car entering her house making sure the door was locked behind her before she made her way into the living room her eyes widening when she saw her husband kneeled on the floor near the couch running a damp cloth over her son's bruised and cut body. Once Joe was unconscious Dave had begun to cut at his skin with a knife, for his own entertainment.
"What happened here?!" Denise exclaimed dropping her bag on the floor rushing to her son's side seeing that he was awake. He had no energy to fight Gary back or even to tell his mother the truth, if he had the choice to.
"He came home like this, I think he may be a little drunk. I can smell the alcohol on his breath." Gary spoke through a sigh dabbing Joe's cuts with a cloth, Joe murmured something but they were both unable to hear him or make out what he was saying.
"We need to take him to the hospital." Denise stated standing up but Gary grabbed her hand bringing her back down onto her knees.
"They won't do anything if he's drunk, you're a nurse, you take care of him." Gary insisted Denise nodding her head gently.
"Go fetch me the first aid kit," She demanded Gary looking Joe in the eyes as he looked back knowing that he was giving him the look to not tell her anything before getting up wondering off into the kitchen. "My poor boy, what am I going to do with you." Denise cooed kissing his head gently as Joe closed his eyes knowing that his mother and sisters were safe and that he was now safe with his mother by his side.
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