A/N: well i've decided that no one was going to read this anyways but i'll put it up anyways. to those who are reading thank you. you guyz rock.
RECAP: "Just think if your mom never abandoned you in the first place you wouldn't be here right now."
I shot Larry a glare and said "I don't care about my mother she was an druggie anyways, plus she never even loved Zack and I in the first place and from the moment daddy" I paused "never mind" he raised his eyebrow and smirked "oh I see your 'daddy' left you because he hated the fact that he had to be the one to care for you and your idiotic brother bet you he never even loved you or your mother, I bet your dad or 'daddy' as u put, is alcoholic. Probably got remarried to some-" "HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?, HE LOVED ME AND MY BROTHER DEARLY HE LEFT BECAUSE MY MOM WAS AN DRUGGIE! AND SHE WAS CHEATING ON HIM. HE PUT UP WITH ALL HER DRAMA AND OUTBURSTS, EVEN AFTER FINDING OUT THAT SHE WAS CHEATING ON HIM, SHE ALWAYS CAME CRAWLING BACK TO HIM BEGGING FOR FORGIVNESS AND HE ALWAYS FORGAVE HER." I yelled at him.
Larry smirked standing up straight and folding his arms "hmmm I thought you didn't care, and if he really loves u as much as you said he does, then tell me why didn't he leave your mom and then fight for custody over you? You want to know what I think?" I shook my head "not really" he glared down at me "first don't interrupt me again and second I wasn't asking for your opinion. I think that he really doesn't care what happens to you." I looked at the cold rickety attic floor. I really didn't know what to say to that, He sort of had a point. so I decided to change the subject "why are picking on me and not Zack?" I knew it was a selfish question but I really just wanted to know why he choose to punish me for no real reason. He smirked and began to walk in a circle around me "you really want to know huh? Ok I'll tell you, four reasons" he paused and stood in front of me.
"first it's because you're a girl which means you're helpless and you can't fight back. Second, for fun. Third, I love the satisfaction of beating a girl, leaving bruises all over. Forth, when the girl is feisty it makes it all the more fun." I was offended and he knew it "what, you're the one who wanted to know so bad, it all makes sense now, right?" I didn't answer, he stopped circling and faced me pouting "aw come on, so what I'm sexist. I'm just surprised you didn't figure that out earlier." He smirked "what am I standing around for? Let's get on with your beating, stop stalling." He rolled up his sleeves as he picked a roll of duct tape that was lying on the floor. He ripped off a piece and walked over to me. He pressed the tape hard against my mouth, I glared at him and he laughed "you're so pathetic, you helpless little brat all you do is waste perfectly good space, and thanks to the tape I don't have to..." he punched my gut "listen to your annoying little voice. Just your pathetic whimpers and whines." I decided from that moment that I would be strong and hide my emotions from him. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
He kicked me repeatedly. Laughing as the pain showed in my eyes and on my face. Darn, why is it so hard to be emotionless? He slapped me with incredible force again. I wanted to run away but I couldn't. I tried to squirm out of the ropes, but it didn't work, the ropes were too tight. Larry smiled sickly as he continued to beat me afor what seemed like forever. He left for a second and came back with a stand up mirror and placed it in front of me, "you can sit here and stare at your ugly self, bye-bye." He chuckled as he left. I stared at myself looking over every bruise. I felt so ugly, so helpless so-so alone and I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next morning when I woke up, I overheard Larry and Zack talking at the bottom of the stairs close to the attic. "Uh, your sister? she kept disobeying me yesterday, and I don't tolerate disobedience. So I banned her to her room" Zack asked "what did she do?" Larry rolled his eyes "where do i start? She was really sassy when I asked her to do her chores." Zack sounded convinced "oh well, when will she be unbanned?" Larry replied "when I decide." Zack asked "may I go check on her please?" Larry quickly answered "no. Maybe later ok?" Zack pleaded "but I just-" Larry cut him off "no later!" Zack begged "b-but can't I-" Larry raised his voice "I SAID NO! AND THAT'S FINAL, NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM AND DON'T MAKE ME TELL YOU TWICE!" Zack replied "yes sir" not even showing an ounce of fear in his voice.I sat up in the attic for hours with nothing to do but stare at walls or sleep. Finally the door opened and I hoped it was Zack. Surely He would help me. But of course it was none other than Larry. He had a giant water bottle in his hand he smiled menacingly as he untwisted the cap of the water bottle. "You thirsty?" I nodded, thinking he was going give me some but instead he smirked "hmm that's nice" then he started to drinking the water. when he was done drinking, he twisted the cap back on. It was still half full. He set the water bottle on the floor, walked over to me and ripped the tape off my mouth. "Aw I'm sorry did you want some? Well there is still some left if you like." I nodded. He smirked again "ok" he twisted the cap off and said "open up" I opened my mouth as wide as I could he smiled "there you go" he splashed water at my face. I tried to catch some water in my mouth. He laughed at how ridiculous I looked. Then he held the bottle upright,and then dumped the remaining water on my head. It was so cold. He laughed as he called for Margret, she came into the attic with a smile on her face "yes?" Larry asked Margret very sweetly "would you please go get me a bucket of ice water and a bottle of water?" I was thinking she would decline seeing the state I was in but instead she nodded and left the room.
I thought, I guess no one really cares about what happens to me, except for Zack, he is the one person who cares. Margret came back with the bucket and bottle of water. Larry thanked her and she replied sweetly "no problem" she gave him a kiss on his lips but it quickly turned into a heated make out session which disgusted me. I couldn't watch anymore so I coughed "um take that elsewhere please" Margret pulled away "we will get back to this later" she said biting her lip and winking at him. He smiled blowing her an air kiss. I wanted to puke my guts out. Larry snapped of "romantic" mode and he turned to look at me. "Where was I? Oh yeah, now I remember." He picked up the water bottle, opened it and gave me some water. I gulped down as much water as I could before he pulled it away and twisted the cap back on, set the bottle down and picked up the bucket of ice water. I looked at him with pleading eyes, "Larry please don't I will freeze-" he looked at me and said "aw shut up." He smirked as he approached me with the bucket of ice cold water. I cringed, he smiled and poured the whole bucket over my head. I was freezing. Larry walked over to the windows. I begged him not to open the windows but he rolled his eyes and opened all of the windows despite my pleading. The breeze started to make me feel colder than I already was when the ice water was poured over my head. He looked at me and laughed then left the room.
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