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I have decided to make these chapter just in your pov while the title is titled after songs or lyrics.

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My father comes into my room with a stern look on his face. I look at him, unblinking.

He leans against the frame of the door and crosses his arms. This is going to be just great.

"So," he starts, "you got a detention, didn't you?" He states. I look at the floor and glare at it. He moves away from the door frame and walks towards me. "You idiot." He insults. "I don't need to deal with your shit." He says.

I stand up and walk to him. "And I don't need to put up with your shot." I raise a brow. "Old man." I smirk.

"That's it." He growls. "Smart ass kids like you need to be punished." He says. Fear rushes.through me. I don't know what he'll do to me. He never really scared me before, until now. Punish. The word fixes in my mind.

-slight trigger warning-(skip ahead if you need.)

He looks at me. His eyes are narrow. Face a light red. Anger coursing through his veins.

He walks our of the room, giving me time to think. Not a long time to think. But still time.

Whatever he does, I know he could do worse.

Whatever he does could be worse.

At least hes hurting me and not anyone I love.

He comes back, belt in hand. "I don't want to do this." He lies. He does. I know he enjoys seeing people in pain. He's a sadist.

He walks towards me, whipping the bed in the air next to him as get does.

Then he hits me. The belt hits my arm, making burn and throb in pain. I can feel my heart beat.

He whips the belt again, making it hit my shoulder. Leaving a dark red mark going from by collar bone and slightly down my chest. It burns.

The next hit is again on my shoulder, leaving a mark right next to the last one.

Then he drops the belt and hits me with his fist in in face. His fist impacts right next to my eye.

Then he leaves.

-End of trigger warning-

I'm now laying on the floor next to the belt. Tears build up in my eyes. How am I suppose to tell Kellin? Or Alex? They're my two closest friends.

Tomorrow.

I'll see them tomorrow.

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