Change Can Be A Good Thing

A Beating With Rewards (Ch. 5)

Seto's pov

I walked home from school. I was nervous. How was I going to ask my dad to go to the sleepover? I suppose I could lie and say that he said no... That wouldn't be right. These guys actually want to be my friends!!! I can't let them slip away!! Mind you, they could just be trying to trick me... No!! Don't think like that Seto!!

I finally made it home. I unlocked the front door and walked in. The heavy smell of alcohol hit me like a baseball bat. I hated the smell. You would've thought I'd be use to it by now.

I walked in and saw my dad lying face first in the couch, obviously passed out from the alcohol. He's been this way ever since my mom died. He blames me for her death. I've begun to believe him, he's been telling me that shit for such a long time now.

"Dad?" I asked softly. As if he was a machine, he rose from the couch and walked over to me.

"So you're back faggot. Time for your beating!" He said gleefully. I looked down. I was expecting this. Everyday after school he does this. He hurts me physically and emotionally.

(Warning, this part will be Seto getting hurt)

He punched me square in the face. I flew back and fell to the ground. He started kicking me. With each kick, it felt like he was slowly killing me. I could barely breath. He picked me up and slapped me. He then threw me against the wall. the impact nearly made me black out. But I managed to stay conscious. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He walked back over to me. I couldn't stand up much less run, so I just lay there. My father reached me and crouched next to me.

"Just remember, you deserve all of this pain." He said. I said nothing and just waited.

He grabbed my arm and started cutting it. He made it look like I did it. If anyone saw my arm they would think I was depressed. I screamed as he cut. He smile when I did so. I finally couldn't take it anymore. I passed out.

(End of toture)

I woke up on the floor surrounded in my own blood. I slowly got up. I looked around for my father. He wasn't anywhere in sight. Good. I stood up. I glanced at my arms and saw that he had cut them quite a bit. He had carved words into my skin, he used my body as a canvas. I took a step forward and nearly collapsed.

I leaned against the wall for support. I walked unstably into the kitchen. I saw my father calmly eating some Chinese food he had ordered. My stomach ached at the sight. I haven't eaten in days.

"D-Dad?" I stammered.

He glanced up at me and glared. "What?" He asked sharply.

I trembled a bit. "I-I was w-wondering i-if I c-could go t-to a friends h-house for a-a sleepover." I said.

He stared at me blankly. "Fine." He said. My eyes widened in surprise. I couldn't believe it!!! I could go!!!!!