Sonic POV
Morning arrived with the light burning my face. I groaned miserably and tried to sit up. The sharp pain in my rib forced me back down. I held it before trying to sit up again. This was bad. I have to get up and make breakfast for father and myself. I slowly got out the bed and made my way to the bathroom to get situated before heading downstairs. Looking at the stairs I knew I had to take my time today, but there was not enough time for me to do that. I looked to my father's door that was slightly cracked open. A pair of eyes watched me through the slight opening. I almost leapt out of my skin. My heart raced. Please don't come out of that room just yet. Not like this. Not while I'm at the top of the stairs. My adrenaline was kicking in. I tried to hurry down the stairs ignoring the pain on my ribs. I made it to the kitchen just in time to prepare breakfast right away. I can't get the image of those eyes watching me out of my head. I can't afford making anymore mistakes. I don't want anymore attention directed to me as there already is at school. The scent of breakfast was filling the house when I was just about done cooking. Before I could turn around, an eerily voice spoke directly behind me at my ear.
"Good morning, Sonic." I jumped to the touch of his hand on my rib.
"Good morning, father." I didn't want to emit a sound but his hand was on a bruise he left on me last night. I don't know what I've done wrong last night. Either that or it was his intention.
"How's your rib?" He began rubbing it and I flinched. A flashback of his foot connecting to my side brought back the fear.
Sonic POV
The next day
We talked
"What I want to know is, who is this person that took you out of the school?" I stayed quiet for a few seconds before he slammed his hand against the wall. I jumped and covered myself.
"Who is it?!" He yelled and swung me against the other wall.
"He was my classmate." I answered quickly.
"He, you say?" I nodded. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
"I wonder what your punishment will be for today." I begged over and over in my head for him not to hurt me. I was afraid. I was weak against him. Why won't this end? I can't do this by myself. Why haven't my prayers been answered? I don't want this. I don't want any of this!trouble again.
"Are you sure?" He applied more pressure and I winced. I tried to move his hand away but he pushed me against the fridge and held my hands together.
"You don't look fine when I do this." He squeezed the area and I screamed at the top of my lungs. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't do anything but scream.
"Stop it, it hurts!" My father released me, throwing me to the floor. Landing on my side made the pain even worse. He walked over to my side and held his foot back as if he was going to kick me again. Scrambling to the nearest chair, I tried to pull myself up. He laughed at this. That bastard.
"Why did you lie to me, sonic ?" He sat me on the chair and took his seat in front of me. I was hesitant at first until his smirk quickly turned into a frown.
"I-I wanted to take the pain." I lied again. Like hell I was going to do that. This shit hurts.So you're trying to man up? That's just what I wanted to hear. I'm starting to think that I'm getting through to you." Bite me.
"Let me see it." I unbuttoned my school shirt and showed him the bruise. He didn't make a sound. All he did was stared at it.
"I think maybe I should go to the hospital and get this checked out-"
"And get me arrested?" You're throwing this in my face like it's my damn fault. Then stop fucking hurting me!
"You won't. I-I'll tell them I was in a fight."
