(A/N: trigger warning & gruesome description)
"Mitch?" Jerome's asked.
"Stop chatting, boys. Let's have some fun," Jerome's dad announced. My heart leaped in my throat.
He disappeared into the darkness, only to emerge from it soon . Something was dangling from his hand.
"Come here, Jerome," he ordered. Under the flickering lights, Jerome's face showed fear, as e slowly walked towards his dad. Jerome held out his hands. A 'click' was heard.
Jerome was handcuffed.
His dad pushed Jerome against a wall, causing Jerome to be trapped. His dad held out something glowing dimly in the darkness.
He brought it closer to Jerome, and Jerome whimpered as the deadly weapon was nearer to him. With a jerk of his hand, the metal was in Jerome's skin.
Jerome's screams echoed the whole house. Pants and whimpers filled in between the screams of agony. The hissing of cooked skin could be heard. I flinched.
Words were inserted in the screams as his dad's maniacal laughter joined in. After a while, his dad removed the hot metal from his skin.
"That was fun," his dad stated, removing his son's handcuffs and pushed Jerome to us. I blocked him from the hard impact of the ground. He curled up in my lap, tears wetting my jeans. He hissed.
"Je-"
"Mitch, don't," Jerome said quietly. "He does this to me everytime," he cried as his dad left slamming the door shut. I pulled up Jerome's shirt.
Burn marks were everywhere. Words such as 'sucker' and 'idiot' covered his body, while some are only slashes. His stomach was red from the torture, and his skin was peeling off, showing his raw flesh. I touched one. He flinched and pulled his clothes down, looking away.
"Rob? And..."
"Adam," Adam said, head bent low.
"Can you guys please move to the corner?" Jerome asked. They shuffled silently. Jerome looked at me again.
"Mitch?"
"Yeah?" I couldn't help but to wipe away his tears.
"Some weren't from him," he cried even harder. I shifted so that he would be in a more comfortable position.
"What?"
"I did this to myself," he pulled up his shirt and pointed to one of the slash marks.
"Oh my god..."
"I'm suicidal."
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