Prologue:
Niall’s POV
My fingers were drenched in red, the floor around going from white to red. It happened again, I saw it again.
*Flashback*
“”I-It hurts...” I whimpered, the stinging sensation of their rough hand hitting my bare skin burned.
“Shut up, they’ll hear you...” they spat, their hand came down hard on my back, as a scream left my chapped lips.
“I told you to be quiet!” they yelled and pulled my head back, tugging at my hair roughly as I cried.
“P-Please... stop...” I stuttered in pain as they just tugged harder, my vision becoming blurry from the tears I held back. They said if I cried, I would get whipped again.
“What are you doing?!” My mother cried as she opened the door, her hands shaking as I was thrown onto the floor, my mother being pulled out of the room.
I crawled into the corner of the room as I looked down to see myself bare. I pulled my knees up to my chest as I cried and cried, her screams echoed through the house as they soon stopped after the sound of a gun firing, the house silenced.
“You two are worthless.” They said as they threw the heavy, metal object at me. I flinched once it hit the side of my head, their laugh echoing through the room, followed by their heavy footsteps. I ran out of the room and ran to my mother’s bedroom. The sight made me freeze as I felt my knees buck, sending me down.
“Mommy...” I whispered and crawled over to her lifeless body, “Mommy, Mommy wake up…” I cried quietly and snuggled into her side, my face nuzzled into her bruised neck.
I stayed there for what seemed hours till they came back and threw me back into the cellar room, I cringed at the feeling of my back hitting the cold, hard wall.
“You are nothing.” They spat and threw a bag into the room as it was soon locked. My heart began to beat fast as I banged on the door.
“Let me out!” I yelled.
*end of flashback*
I laughed dryly to myself as I smeared the blood onto the wall, my eyes plastered on the door of the cellar room.
“Let me out…” I whispered.
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