Trauma -BoyxBoy-

Six

This is Darryn. I imagine he looks somewhat like this (they may not look much like siblings but its close enough lol)

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The man hadn't come in for days which was abnormal for him, usually, he would be in here twice daily or every other day. The only reason I knew was because I get fed once in the morning and once in the afternoon.

It had been about three days without water and five days without food. I was starving and my mouth was dry.

The old cuts and bruises stung and ached and my body was caked with dirt and dried blood. The chain on my ankle was cold just like the room and I shivered as I was just in some ripped basketball shorts that I was given.

The large door opened for the first time in maybe a week and a half and I was ashamed that I was relieved that the person who opened it was the man. The man who took me from my home. The man who kept me chained in some room. The man who beat me and did many other unspeakable things.

I was relieved to see him.

Why?

Not because I was developing Stockholm syndrome or anything, but because I hadn't seen a person for so long. Oh, how I wish I could be home with my mom and brother.

"So. We haven't seen each other for a while, are you happy to see me?"

He said it like this was a normal encounter like he was a cousin of mine or something. He wasn't. I wasn't happy.

I answered him with silence, it only angered him though. He crouched in front of where I was sat against the wall.

"I heard you haven't eaten in a while kid." He smiled at me, his eyes glinted, his intent unknown.

I stayed silent, making him sigh angrily. He dug into his pocket and brought out the key to the shackle on my leg.

"Let's go." He muttered irritably, undoing the chain and yanking me up by my arm, pulling me behind him. I felt so weak but I followed him, it's not like I had any choice.

We went to the same room with the dirty bed and couch. The room I was in on my first night of being here. I didn't miss it. I had been inside here so many times over however long I had been here, I lost track of the days, but it'snot like it mattered anyway, at this point I believe that no ones looking for me anyway.

I will die here.

He pushed me onto the couch. It felt like rocks.

"I'll give you food, but you'll repay me. We're going to start spending more time together again. How lovely right!" He exclaims. he's happy about it, once again, I'm not.

He leaves the room and soon comes back with some soup and bread or something, water to go along with it.

I don't know if he's done anything to it but I couldn't bring myself to care, I was so hungry. I ate like I haven't eaten and weeks, which is almost true anyway.

He lets the food settle in while he talks about what he could do, the sick bastard, and he begins.

He beats and cuts me until I almost can't feel anymore. I see him through me onto the disgusting bed. HE smiles, so pleased with what he's doing, he's very excited I can tell. His ugly face haunts me.

"Now for my favourite," He says, grabbing the hem of the shorts.

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