Deadly Secrets *Completed*

Chapter Twenty-Four - The Beginning

Chapter Twenty-Four - The Beginning

Rein sat cross-legged on the dirt-covered cellar floor, the haunting melody of his music box drifted around him, bringing childhood memories to the surface he'd soon rather forget. He sat in a daze getting swept off to a time of pain and a time of retribution. Rein's Aunt Sara and Uncle Benny, (his adoptive parents), were fighting again. He would never look at them like parents. They were the worst kind of people to exist. What kind of parent or family member would allow their husband to do as he pleased with their nephew? Why would she not stand up for him? Though, there were times she even joined in with his Uncle, holding his back firmly to her front side while Benny used his fists against a twelve-year-old. He sat on his bed, his knees pulled to his chest as he tried to deafen out the screams of his Aunt with his music box.

Uncle Benny wasn't afraid to use knives, or anything for that matter. He raised his shirt, looking at the three-day-old purple bruise on his ribs. Benny was getting more violent by the day. But alcohol and drugs did that to a person. Or at least he liked to think. Rein always thought that his Uncle had a temper, and when he was intoxicated and under the influence of drugs, it was like a demon had taken over his soul. He became a different person; violent — murderous even. He heard the heavy, angry boots of Benny stomping up the stairs, making their way to his room. He had obviously gotten tired of beating on his Aunt and now it was his turn. Time for punishment he didn't deserve.

The door forcefully flung open, violently slamming against the wall with a loud bang. "Come ere' Boy. And don't dawdle, you know I hate it when you don't listen like a good boy." Rein creased his brows, preparing for the worst. His Uncle was mortal. Smashed. He always brought blood when he was beyond hammered. Climbing off his bed, Rein quickly shuffled towards him, but apparently not quick enough for his Uncle.

Ben grabbed Rein by the hair of his head and dragged him out of his room and down the stairs. Rein couldn't keep up. His knees, elbows, and back painfully hit each step, bruising delicate skin.

He winced in pain as his uncles tight grip hauled him to the living-room and threw him against the wall. Rein went flying; hard, smashing against it with such force it knocked the breath from his lungs. He was gasping, his chest burning, throat tightening as he tried to force oxygen back into his lungs.

Ben lit a fag, chuckling as Rein shakily stood. He stalked towards him, intent on making Rein suffer for the pathetically failed marriage.

"This is all your fault. If we had never adopted you, we could afford our bills. We could afford a home. We could do what me and Sara had planned on doing before you came along. We had dreams of our own. But no. Her ignorant sister just had to meddle in our marriage and force a child on us. If she would've kept her legs closed and stayed fucking faithful to her husband, we wouldn't have you. But Jacqueline Matthews couldn't do it. She claimed it was because they couldn't afford to have two little brats. When in truth, she just didn't fucking want a wanker like you. So we were stuck with you. A burden you are. I've had enough of you. You always have to ruin everything you touch."

Ben grabbed Rein by the throat and brought the smoking fag to his arm, holding the cherry red tip there until a perfectly shaped circle burnt into the skin of Rein's forearm. He screwed his mouth shut tightly, his teeth grinding hard against each other, holding down the hiss of pain. That only seemed to piss his Uncle off more. He hated not having control. Rein was always reluctant to hand over the control his Uncle Ben so desperately craved.

Ben pulled Rein's Batman T-shirt up and dotted the burning tobacco across his ribs. The pain was agony. Rein did cry out then and Ben smirked triumphant. His yellowing teeth glinted in the sunlight that poured through the window and his breath was foul with liquor. Rein jerked his body away from his Uncle's grasp and took off back upstairs, slamming his door shut, locking it and throwing himself on top of his bed. He wound his music box up once more and swore to himself that he would give them both the payback they deserved. One way or another.