Shock Therapy

Chapter 7

Storm's P.O.V

*READ DEFINITION BEFORE READING*

Shinai- A stick used as a weapon that is made of bamboo.

*WARNING-GRAPHIC CONTENT*

4:32-Arriving At Home

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I hesitated at the door handle, I didn't know what to expect. The anger, the shock, or the calmness that turns into fury. I didn't know. I took a deep breath before turning the door handle. It creaked as I gently pushed it open. There she was, with the Shinai, in hand. She smiled tentatively, as I figured that it was the calmness, then the hell will explode. I felt my heart stop, then pick up in acceleration. I walked in the kitchen, put my backpack down on the chair, and stood five feet away from her. She smirked, and walked closer to me. I quivered in fear, and gulped the lump in my throat. She bent over so that she was eye level with me. She was close enough for me to smell her breath. Alcohol. She's been drinking. This will be a lot worse then I thought.

"Your principle called," She said, as she blew her breath in my face. I almost gagged, but she would have slapped me by then.

"You were kissing the girl that we banned you from, and I think you need to be punished for that." She bent back up, and walked back a bit.

"Turn around." She commanded. I bit my lip, hesitating, and not moving out of fear.

"I SAID TURN AROUND!" She screeched. I felt a tear go down as I didn't move. She grabbed her bloody rope, and turned me around herself. She tied my hands together in front of me, so that she can hit my back. She put me on my knees. She got a dirty rag, and placed it in my mouth. Another tear escaped from the corner of my eye as she knelt down to eye level with me. 

"Look, if you scream louder then a four, then the punishment will be worse, you understand me?" We have a scale of numbers of 1-5 of how loud my screams are. So I know this will be painful. I saw the mascara smudged under her eyes, as to she was crying before. Her eyes red from the countless nights of partying, and restless nights of staying awake. Her mouth wrinkled from the old cigarettes that would be smoked at dawn, before leaving to another boyfriend that will break her even more then before. Her teeth stained from the alcohol and whiskey drained into her stomach, staining her soul. Hands shaking from the caffeine to keep her awake so she doesn't pass out during the day. Her voice raspy from the screaming, drinking, and smoking she does everyday. Her velvet voice that I remembered that feels thousands of years ago is destroyed. Her eyes don't have that twinkle in them anymore after dad, when he left. When he died. She never understood why he did it, why he left her, just to go to hell. I will never understand, either. I guess he left me to be agonized by her, as she is agonized by his absence. I guess everyone has a battle inside them, no matter how messed up they are on the inside.

She's still my mom.

I have to love her.

"YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" She screeched again, as I didn't nod the first time. I nodded quickly, as she got up, ready to strike my back. She got a knife, to cut the shirt off of me, as to my hands being tied. She threw the shirt away, and struck my back with the Shinai. I yelled a muffled scream, but kept it at a four. She struck me again, as I felt the blood trickle down my back. It was warm, or hot I couldn't tell as to me being in pain. She struck me again as I screamed louder then a four. She stopped, and noticed that I screamed louder than anticipated. even though I had a rag in my mouth, the neighbors could probably hear, therefor, getting my mom into trouble. She walked in front of me.

"Don't test me." She sneered. She went to the kitchen to turn the stove on. I knew what she is going to do. We don't have a stove fueled by oil, so it is flat surfaced. So she can place me on top of it. To burn me. I have to get out of here. I have to think... Oh!

"Mhmmmm.... HMH! MHMMMHM!" I muffled, trying to catch her attention. She knew I was trying to say something. She groaned as she was walking toward me. She snatched the rag out of my mouth.

"What do you want you little brat?" She said.

"I have to use the bathroom really bad, I don't think I can hold it," I said. She has germaphobia, and if I pee on the floor, she will freak out. Like she always has a towel on the floor when she strikes my back, so I don't get blood on the floor. She nodded, and took the rope off my hands. 

"You better be quick, if your not here in two minutes, I'll barge in there." She yelled as I walked upstairs. I was still bleeding, and shirtless. I reached the bathroom, and carefully locked it, as to she might hear me. I got on the toilet, and quietly opened the window. The jump down isn't that far, but she probably thinks I wouldn't do it. I pulled myself up on the ledge, and looked down. If she did run after me, she probably wouldn't make it, as she is really drunk. I took a deep breath, and jumped down. I stumbled a bit before standing up. I looked around to see where I was headed. Then I ran. I ran as fast as I can. I am in track, so this is very handy. I think I know where Belle's house is. We ride the bus together. Her stop is right before mine, and she is the only one who gets off, and her house is right there in front of the bus. I only have a block to run. My back is still throbbing and hot, despite the cool air hitting it. I am not far now, as I turned the corner. Just a block away from my angel.