Mending A Broken Soul (Mavin)

Chapter Eleven: Your Pain Is My Pain

Chapter Eleven:
Your Pain Is My Pain

"Gav, are you sure you'll be fine," Michael asked me for the tenth time.

"Yes, Mi-cool. You're only gonna be gone for an hour at the most. I'll be fine," I told him, smiling.

Michael sighed and nodded, pressing his body against mine. I smirked and pressed my lips against his, biting them gently.

"I'll see you later. If you don't feel right, please call me. Please," Michael said. I nodded and smiled, hugging him and letting him go.

Once he was gone, I plopped on the couch and closed my eyes, sighing gently. For once in my life, I didn't feel the urge to cut or inflict pain on myself. I actually felt like doing nothing other than lay on the couch and sleep.

About five minutes after Michael left, I heard the door to the apartment open back up. I blinked open my eyes, wondering how Michael could have gone to work and returned that quickly.

I pushed myself up, looking at the person that walked in.

"Dad?" I said shakily as I recognized the person.

Immediately, he raced at me, making me scream and jump off the couch. I made a dash for the bedroom, thinking over the things that Michael had under the bed.

I immediately ran in there, shutting the door behind me and trying to lock it. However, my father pushed up against it, shoving the door back open. I pushed back as hard as I could, feeling tears begin to prick my eyes.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed desperately.

"Come on, Gavin. Be a good little boy," My father taunted me.

I suddenly felt weak with fear as my father started repeating the words from my nightmares. He shoved open the door, making me cry out in fear. He jumped on top of me, shoving me down on the bed while I kicked, punched and even bit him, trying desperately to break free.

"Stop it, Gavin. Stop it now. You made me a freak back home. Now I'm gonna make you a freak worldwide," My father growled. He gripped my hands and held them above my head. He eventually pressed his legs against mine so I could no longer kick them.

"Let me go! Michael'll be back soon and then he'll kill you! He'll literally kill you!" I growled, trying to scare him. It didn't work of course.

"Hush, Gavin. You know talking is only gonna make it worse," My father whispered, smirking evilly.

I shook my head, trying to wiggle my way out of his rock solid grip. I cried out in frustration and fear and he began unbuttoning his pants.

"Don't! Please! No!" I cried out.

Suddenly, my father lashed a fist across my face. He knocked me square in the nose, making it bleed. I shut up immediately, having my ability to breath through my nose decreased. I felt dazed and dizzy and my father took that to his advantage. He grabbed a roll of duck tape from his back pocket and taped it around my mouth and hands. I mumbled out curse words and screams but they were quickly muffled by the tape.

My father hauled me up and placed me further onto the bed. I tried to fight back again but I found it to be no use. He flipped me so I was laying on my stomach, and he again tied up my hands, however he tied them to the bed posts.
Tears streamed from my eyes, as well as the blood from my nose as I felt him begin to pull my pants off. In this moment, I wanted so much to die. I wished I could die of a heart attack, or suffocation, or something. I didn't want to relive this.

I felt him push inside me and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to scream out in pain and desperation. I felt so disgusted and violated.

He sped up, growling horrible things to me. I continued to cry and shake, trying and trying again to scream out for help.