DAMAGED

chapter14 ☪

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Wolfie's POV

"I forgot some books for school." I lied as her cold, hard eyes glared at me.
"So you came all the way here to get them? That doesn't sound like you. In what car, may I ask, did you come here in?" She asked suspiciously.
"My friend dropped me off, ma'am." I told her.
"Friend?" She hissed.
I nodded just as she climbed up the stairs to be on the same step as me.
"Who's the girl hiding in the tool shed?"
I gulped. How did she know?
"I saw you sneaking in with her, you know. Is she a significant other?" My mom growled.
I stayed quiet and slowly continued to walk upstairs.
"How many times have I told you," she began, fury in her tone, "not to walk away when I'm talking to you?"
I stopped immediately. "I-I'm sorry."
"Who's the girl?" She asked again.
At times like this I question my stupidity level for sneaking in Kassie.
She looked determined enough to climb the fence no matter what I said, anyways.
"Don't make me get the rope, Radke." My mom warned.
"She's my friend. Just my friend. I hate her, though. I just needed a ride." I blurted out, all lies.
I felt the urge to run to my room, get everything I needed, and leave as fast as possible.
I stayed in place, though. "Why did you hide her?" She asked.
"I didn't want to bother you with a guest." I replied immediately.
"Nonsense." She spat before slapping me. I stayed in place right where I was, fighting the desperation of hitting her back.
"Tell me the truth." She ordered as I leaned against the railing.
I wouldn't do it. I'm not going to let her hurt Kassie.
"With all due respect, ma'am, I am telling the truth." I said.
"No. You're not. You know, I can't believe it. In all your 17 years of life, you haven't learned to tell me the truth."
Her hand had a cold grip on mine, and her nails were leaving marks.
I freed myself from her grasp easily.
She looked at me disbelievingly.
"What's the truth, then?" I challenged.
"We both know you like the girl. I can clearly see it by the way you act. What, were you going by your room to get protection or something?" She laughed bitterly.
"You do know that no girl would actually love a guy that's been abused their whole life, right?"
"Yeah, and that's all your fucking fault." I retorted.
I felt a sharp pain in my ankle and realized she kicked it.
"Mind your language." She chuckled coldly, her icy blue eyes glaring at mine.
I ignored the pain. "Can I just grab my things and then I'll leave? I mean, I-I promise we'll leave you alone."
She shook her head, smiling cruelly.
"You're not going anywhere until you admit it."
I knew what she meant. She wanted me to admit I loved Kassie so she can hurt her.
She hurts everything I love.
"Then you're not going anywhere either, because I'm not going to admit to anything." I growled defensively.
"Fine. I guess you won't mind if I give you a well-deserved whipping." She shrugged.
I stayed quiet. I have a feeling that the bruises and marks I have on the back are never going to leave.
She scoffed and grabbed ahold of my hand, her fake painted claws they call "nails" almost piercing through my skin.
She took me downstairs and into the garage. I could've defended myself and fought back, but like the nice bastard I am, I didn't lay a finger on her.
When it came into view, that's when I completely froze.
The rope.
Smeared with blood and pain, some of it being my sister's from when we were younger.
"I-I'm sorry...D-Do you have t-to do this?" I stuttered, trying not to think about it.
The one thing I'm afraid of is about to be used for whipping me (like always).
"See? You're not even strong enough to control your fear of a little rope. It won't hurt you - Oh, wait. Never mind." She hissed.
"I-I'm sorry." I said quietly.
"Sorry doesn't fix the fact that you don't want to admit you lied to me." She sighed devilishly as she took me out to the backyard.
"W-What are we doing here?" I asked, remembering about Kassie hiding in the tool shed.
My mom laughed.
"We're going to show her how family gets treated here."

Kassie's POV

My heart nearly burst out of my chest as I heard the door open.
I turned around, trying not to be blinded by the sudden light.
A woman with brown hair and blue eyes stood in front of me.
This can't be good.
She slowly gestured for me to head outside. Petrified, I did as told.
"You have one last chance." She told Wolfie, who stood in front of me protectively as soon as I went outside.
"Just admit it." She clutched a dirty old rope in her hand.
I looked over to Wolfie and for the first time, I noticed something I've never seen before.

He was shaking.