Imaginary Angel (joshler)

Chapter Three

Tyler walked out of the bathroom with as much courage as he could muster, into the kitchen. His mom was waiting there smoking a cigarette and holding a bull whip.

Tyler knew that he was going to have to borrow some of Maddison's makeup if he wanted to go to school tomorrow at the loom on her face.

"Tyler come here." Tyler walked to his mother cautiously. When he stopped in front of her she put her hand on his cheek.

"Honey, i don't want to do this i just want what is best for you, and this is my only option."

Tyler knew this was wrong but the way she said it made him want to believe her.

The hand that was on his cheek suddenly was drawn back and she turned him around. she made him bend over the counter and started to pull his pants down.

"Tyler i'm going to do twenty strikes then see how you feel about this boy ok?" Tyler nodded his head.

He was pulled up by his hair to face his mother. "You will answer me with words." She then punched him in the face, the rings she wore cutting his cheek.

She then turned him around and pulled his underwear down the rest of the way.

She pulled the whip back and snapped it on his left cheek. Tyler knew not to cry out, but he couldn't help letting a few tears slip out of his eyes.

She started to rhythmically bring the wip down on his cheek. Tyler looked up when an exceptionally painful smack landed on his rear, and meet eyes with blurryface who looked sick. He walked over to Tyler and started to stroke his hair muttering how it was almost over, to be stronger for a few more minutes.

Tyler stared at blurryface, trying to block out what was happening behind him.

"Good job baby, your doing great. Now the other cheek, baby." She started to beat on the right cheek while Tyler tried not to mutter an sound. tears were now streaming down his face, mixing with the blood on his cheek.

Blurryface was now holding his hands in his and kissing his forehead. Tyler started to think about Josh, and his smile and his cute hair and how he wished he was back in his car.

Blurryface suddenly ripped his hands out of Tyler's hands like he burned him. He looked betrayed.

Tyler was ripped up by the hair by his mother again. She held the bloody bull whip in her hair while gripping Tyler's hair in the other. "Now baby, what did we learn from this?"

"That I should not get numbers from boys because it is aginst god and that you are doing this to help me because you love me."

"Good. Now go to bed. Your siblings will just have to go to bed hungry since you can't seem to make an easy dinner."

Tyler pulled up his pants and underwear. He started to limp out of the kitchen as fast as his body would let him. He went to the restroom to clean up and look at the damage.

His cheek was bloody and bruised, and his ass and legs were covered in blood.

Sighing, he got a wet towel and started to wash the blood off and cover the wounds with bandaids.

Tyler walked upstairs to his bedroom. Usually Josh, or Blurryface would help him after an especially bad beating, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Tyler striped down to his boxers and climbed into bed, crying himself to sleep.