Torturer To Remedy (Short Story)

Battered and Bruised |Chapter 1|

A/N: I'm back wit *DJ Khaled voice* Another one, lol.

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FAITH'S POV🦋

"D-daddy you said you wouldn't hit me again...." I cried at the stinging in my cheek.

As he advanced towards me, I backed up into the sofa wishing that it would swallow me whole so I wouldn't have to feel his wrath. I hated when he was like this.

I used my legs to push myself up but as he got closer with his fists balled up and a scowl on his face fear racked through my body, and I lost my balance falling off the back of the couch.

"Please-" But I was cut off by a blow to the face. A shriek slipped from my lips as I tried to stop the next blow as he readied his fist again but I couldn't help myself. No one could help me. It was blow after blow to my face as I tried to block it.

I coughed up some blood as I choked on my spit crying. I could feel the blood oozing out of my nose.

"Bitch." He spat grabbing my hair.

"Stop it daddy!" I scream as he began to pull me.

He hissed as I dug my nails into his skin. He was drunk again, and angry which wasn't a good mix. And the matter was, he came home this way. It wasn't anything that I did. I had to tell Genesis to go to her room when I saw him stumbling in. I should've known something was wrong when he came in at seven. He gets off of work at four meaning he should have made it home by four-thirty. He must have stopped at a bar or something. I had to make sure Gen kept quiet and didn't come out of her room, no matter what she heard. I didn't want him laying a finger on her. Do what you want to me but leave her alone.

I went to crawl away from him but he grabbed my foot starting to drag me to the room. I knew what he was gonna do to me for fighting back so I turned kicking him then went to get up so I could run. If I locked up in my room for a while and let him cool off then it wouldn't be that bad.

As I tried to get up I felt a crushing pressure on my back causing me to collapse to the ground. I felt one of my bones snap making me scream in intense pain.

He grabbed my legs beginning to pull me across the room again in which he didn't have a gentle bone in his body as he was roughly dragging me across the room and that didn't help my broken rib at all.

"Please let me go." I begged as blood seeped out of my mouth and my nails dug into the wood trying to stop what was inevitable, but I doubt that he could hear me. Everything was more than likely drowned out to him. He probably couldn't process anything that was happening right now. He had tons of alcohol in his system.

Once he got me to the room he slammed the door shut throwing me over his shoulder. I yelped at the pain in my ribs.

He dumped me on the bed as I sobbed. I noticed that he was going to the bathroom which gave me a chance to get away. I slowly turned not wanting to hurt my ribs and slid down from the bed pursing my lips together to keep me from screaming in pain. After I had gotten down from the bed, with all my strength, I began to crawl.

I was almost to the door when I felt myself being lifted off of the ground by the back of my shirt and it was all a huge blur as I was thrown against the wall.

I heard the crashing of picture frames along with books, trophies, and other decorative artifacts.

I cried out as I felt another piercing sharpness in my side. I just knew he'd broken another bone.

I laid on the ground crying as I had given up. It's not like I could do anything now. I couldn't move. It hurt too much.

He picked me up carrying me back to the bed. Last thing I remember was clothes coming off and him choking me before I lost consciousness.