Double Or Nothing // C.T.H

35 - Calum

"Why the hell is there four holes in the fucking wall?" My dad asks, his voice steady, but eyes wild.

I shrugged and his fists shook slightly at his sides, nose flaring. Funny, my hands were shaking too. I tucked them behind me while he marched over.

I inhaled sharply as yanked me up by my shirt. "Don't make me repeat myself, boy."

Might as well, I mean we all know how this is gonna end anyways. And with that thought I rolled my eyes with a nonchalant, "I always hated that color, I thought it was time to re-model."

A low growl rumbled from his chest and suddenly my vision turned spotty as his fist connected with my left eye. My head lolled to the side from the force of the hit, my neck shuddering.

He got another blow to my jaw before I covered my face with my arms with a tiny whimper.

"You think this is a game boy?"

His knee slammed into my stomach so hard, my feet left the ground for a second before my body helplessly dropped to my knees. I wheezed and gasped for breath.

He bent down to my ear, pulling it harshly before whispering, "Let's play, Calum."

At least I couldn't focus on the heaviness in my heart, I guess that's something good from all this.

He grabbed a first full of my hair, and I stood quickly, following his pulls to minimize the pain in my scalp, until I was face to face with my wall.

"You wanna put holes in the wall?" He yanked my head back, leaving my neck fully extended, exposed. I struggled to gulp.

"Go right ahead," And with that my face slammed against the wall, my forehead breaking through the wall with a painfully loud crack. My ears rang and my knees almost buckled as a burst of dizziness blanketed me. Tears streamed down my face, leaving sticky trails and stinging my left eye.

"How many holes did you make down stairs?" He mocked me, blood from my nose gushing down my face, into my mouth and left hot drips down my neck when he pulled me back once again. "Four, that's how many,"

My arms sprang out from my sides and to the wall, now that I knew what was happening, and stopped him from pushing my face to the fall. My elbows screamed in protest as he pressed harder and I choked back a fear-filled sob.

He huffed in annoyance, grabbing my arms and pulling them behind my back. He swiftly locked his free arm around them, trapping my arms painfully in his grasp. It felt as if my shoulder blades were on fire from the unnatural bend. Yanking my head back again, he muttered "Stupid boy," in my ear, causing me to quiver.

I couldn't help my scream in agony as my face once again crunched in the once white wall, now splattered red.

"David, enough! Stop, STOP" I hear my mother frantically scream and I mentally thank her. "Oh my God," she gasped, her words muddled by the hand she had clamped over her mouth in surprise.

He released me, and I folded to the floor pitifully. My fingers were starting to tingle from his grip, I flex them slightly.

"Looks like I win," he whispers, before leaving me slumped against the wall. My tears still gushing, just as heavily as the blood from my nose.

Doors open and slam, shouts and stomps rattle the house. My mom- arguing with my father for the first time in, well, ever.