Wringer. LS

Chapter 2

Fact of the Chapter: Larry is the Bomb.com with a side of hot sauce. but you already knew that.

PS, I don't know ANY french except for Bonjour, merci, and Excuze-moi so like, if there are any frenchies to correct my google tranlated french, please do!

(TRIGGERS: ABUSE. THERE WILL BE A WARNING RIGHT BEFORE THE ABUSE STARTS!)

"Does anyone understand what's going on now?" Mrs. Piper asks the class and a girl named Chelsea puts her hand up. "Yes Chelsea?"

"Romeo and Juliet were dancing and Romeo kissed Juliet twice and now Juliet is talking to the nurse about who he is and if he's married then she'll die. She finds out its a Montague and is in shock." She answers.

"Very good Chelsea." Mrs. Piper says before the bell rang. "Okay class, for tonight just read for 20 minutes. Class dismissed." I get up and start to walk out of class until someone stops me. "Harry, may I speak to you for a second?" Mrs. Piper asks.

"Uhh...sure?" I question, then sit down in the chair in front of her desk. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I wanted to talk about your poem Harry." She sighs out. I knew I should've taken that zero. "It was uhh...very interesting. Don't misunderstand! It was very well, one of the best of the class! but it was just, slightly concerning. I would love for you to see the school counsellor consistently, except at this dumb school you need parents permission before you can send a child to Dr. Fields for good. So I'm going to call your parents and talk to them about it before-"

"NO! Please! Anything but that! I would love to see Dr. Fields consistently! Daily? Weekly? Monthly? I don't care just please don't!" I beg.

"I'm sorry Harry, but I have to. Now go on to French before you get a detention." I sigh in disappointment and walk out. Why didn't I just take that zero?

I sit down in the back of the class once I arrive and I tune the french teacher out. I'm really gonna get it now! Why do I have to live like this?

"Harry, vous allez bien?" Madame Tally asks me. It wasn't until then I realised that one tear was running down my face.

"uhhhh...Oui, je vais bien ..." I mumble on trying to come up with an excuse.

"Vous êtes excusé." I'm a bit hesitant but I get up and walk to the door. I turn to Madame Tally before I left.

"Merci." She nods her head and I leave. I went outside in the rain to make a flower crown since I'm not wearing one.

I went out to the front yard building and sat under a tree. I picked out some mixed flowers and started tying. I was just about finished when someone caught my attention.

"Harry!" I look up to see my step-father, Robin, running at me in furry. He grabs my arm tightly and picks me up off the ground. "We're going home! You need to be taught a lesson!" He starts pulling me towards the car.

"No! Please Robin!" I scream.

"What did I say about whining!?" He yells before pulling me again.

"Sorry just please! no! not again!" I scream while he shoves me into the car. He walks over to his side and gets in. I don't even try to escape while he's doing that, I don't want it to be worse than it will be already. He turns the key in the ignition, and pulls out of my school.

"So Harry, can you tell me what that phone call was about?" He asks.

"Umm...what phone call?" I mumble.

"You know damn well what phone call I'm talking about!" Robin snaps at me.

"Well, Mrs. Piper wants me to see Dr. Fields consistently." I say quietly.

"And can you tell me why she would want you to see the counsellor?" The anticipation of what he's going to do is killing me. I just want to get it over with.

"Well, my poem for class was apparently umm... Interesting? I guess?"

"What was the poem?" He asks creepily.

"Uhh, I rather not-"

"What was the poem!" He cuts me off yelling.

"There was once a boy named-" I mumble.

"LOUDER!" Robin yells.

"there was once a boy named harry,

who was constantly called a fairy,

he wore a flower crown

he walked around with a frown

and wish he could be merry." I sped out quickly but louder.

By now we have reach the house. We park and he drags me out of the car and into the house. He pushed me down the stairs to the basement. He made me take my shirt off and handcuffed me to two chains hanging from the ceiling. It hangs low enough that I can still stand up but my hands come down to about right in front of my face. 

He left for a little while and during that time I pray. I pray to God that he would be thinking of me in the next few minutes. That he would pardon me for whatever I have done and let me see light soon, whether its the light of goodness of life, or Heaven itself.

(THE ABUSE IS STARTING, IF YOU WANT TO SKIP, CONTINUE UNTIL YOU SEE THIS BOLD MESSAGE AGAIN)

Robin walked down the stairs with a large whip in his hand. Oh Dear Lord please pardon me! "I can't believe my only son has to be a goddamn f*cking faggot!!" He yells with one whip to my back.

"And what have I told you about this?" he said while punch me in the stomach. "Tell Me!" he threw another punch.

"To not tell, or I'll die." I choke out.

"Exactly, so why did you write that poem?"

"It wasn't about you! I mean mainly it was mostly about the people I go to school with! I swear!" He looked at me in a questioning look.

"No wonder you 'walk around with a frown', you have no friends and do you know why not Harry?" He mocked my poem.

"Why?" My voice cracking.

"Because you're a f*cking queer!" whip to the stomach.

"A f*cking," side.

"little," chest.

"gay ass," legs.

"queer!" he screamed while hitting me in the head. By now I've had plenty of tears run down my face.

"And who the hell will notice if you're gone Harry?" He asked more to himself then me. I gulped in fear, was he planning on killing me?

He hit me dozens of times after that, then left me dangling there. He hit me everywhere. The arms, legs, back, chest, stomach, even twice on the face.

(THE ABUSE IS OVER SORRY GUYS I'M REALLY SAD IDKY I WROTE IT)

After a few hours he let me go. By now it's about 7:30 or so, 8 hours of just dangling there. I went into the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. I was black and blue all over. I had two huge scars on my face. One on my forehead and the other was on my cheek. My wrists had marks all around it from the cuffs.

"Harry!" Robin screamed through the house. No! I can't take this again! I climb out the window and run. I didn't care if he was chasing me or if he wasn't even trying, but I kept running and running. I ran down a familiar path that was unfamiliar to the rest of the town and into the woods. Across the bridge and into the house. As soon and I got inside I stopped to catch my breath. I was panting and breathing heavily.

"Hello?" I heard a familiar voice call through the house. "Is anyone there?" Oh shit I know who it is! It's that guy! "Hello...?" I look around panically then ran out the door and hid behind a tree. I tried to quiet and calm down my breathing so he doesn't hear me. 

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it's a bit boring and like really sad I know, but I did say that the first 5 chapters were just... yeah. Chapter 3 gets a bit more interesting...