Luke's POV.I feel my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. Before my eyes lay Kayla, a beaten mess. Her clothes are ripped and falling apart, covered with blood. I can barely make out her face due to all the blood. She is unconscious, and by how still she looks, she may even be dead.
I feel my heart sink and a deep ache fill its place. This should have never happened...this is all my fault...
I almost forgot about the two men behind me. The shove me forward, catching me off guard. I slam into the floor, right next to Kayla. I ignore the pain and quickly check her pulse. It's there. I look up at the guys, who are staring down at me, smirking.
This is not gonna be fun. One of them yanks off my shirt, and I kick at him in protest. He punches me cross the face, causing me to cower. The other guy flips me over onto my stomach, and holds me down. I look to my side to see the one that took off my shirt, had a whip in his hands.
I start to struggle, trying with all my strength to get free. But it was no use. No, no not again. No pleaseeeee not again...
A flash back floods through my eyes, despite my efforts for it not to.
"Luke, get your ass in here!" My dad yells from his room.
I think to myself, 'what did I do this time?'
I walk into his room slowly, fear tightening in my chest. I was 14 years old, and dealt with my fathers anger since I was three. My converse sneakers meet his doorframe, where I halt to a stop.
Father grabs me by my sweatshirt, yanking me forward. I let out a small yell of protest. He pulls me into his room and slams the door.
"I got a call from your math teacher today. Skipping class eh??" He said, then slapped me hard across the face. I smell the alcohol in his breath.
I feel my breath quicken, as he stares at me angrily, angrier than he has been in a long time.
"Answer me when I speak to you!" He yells in my face, spit flying everywhere.
I try to steady my voice. "Y-yes sir," I say, looking down at his hand that is still tightly gripping my hoodie, pulling me up toward him just the slightest bit.
"You will never, EVER, disobey me again! And I will make sure of that!"
He pulls off my hoodie, then my shirt. I start to scream, trying to get away. But he clamps a hand tightly over my mouth. He throws me onto his bed, then ties my hands to the headboard. He then ties my feet to the backboard. I scream and try to get free.
"Make one more noise and you'll regret it," he says, sneering at me.
He pulls out a whip. I feel my eyes widen in fear. I may still, frozen in fear. "Count them, and thank me for each one. No sounds, or we start over," he says to me.
"Yes sir.." I reply.
He tied me so that my stomach was on the bed and my back was was wide open. He whips me hard across the back. It takes all my strength, not to scream.
"One. Thank you sir," I whimper.Smack.
"Two. Thank you sir"
Smackk
"Three. Thank you sir"
Smackkk
"Four. Thank you sir"
SMACK
"Five! Thank you sir!" But I let out a strangled cry, barley audible, but he heard.
"We are starting over. Let's start again."
SMACK
Each one was harder and more painful than the last. We ended up restarting multiple times. The goal had been twenty. I had silent tears trekking down my face the whole time. By the time we had finally reached the goal, I had blacked out, my back a painful and bloody mess. I wasn't able to touch it or sleep on it for two weeks, as it stung at the slightest touch.
End of flash back.
I am brought back to reality as the first lash hits my back. I let out a cry, but to no avail. I relived my nightmare, only this time, with Kayla next to me. She woke up halfway through my punishment. She just watched, dazed.
I tried to stay strong, but I couldn't. I cried and screamed in pain. When they finally finished, they left me a bloody mess, just like Kayla. I welcome the cold cement ground, as I lay there, panting.
This, I thought, is the definition of a living hell.
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Kidnapped
FanfictionI was walking through the worst part of town - and may I add, in the dark. I was almost home...so close. Before I knew what was happening, I was witnessing a murder. Horrified, I tried to get away, but it was too late. I was taken hostage by a man...