Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 5

"We'll talk later." King says before speeding down the road.

She had just dropped me off at home and I was a little sad. She hadn't looked at, nor talked to, me the whole ride here. I noticed how hard she was gripping onto the stearing wheel, but I don't know why. All I said was "no", and it was in the heat of the moment.

I turned around to look at my house.

'Please don't let them be home.' I prayed to myself silently as I made my way up to the door.

But, I guess God didn't here my prayer because as soon as I made it to the door, it shot open to reveal a very pissed Carl. He didn't give me time to speak before he reached out and took a handful of my hair. I let out a grunt of pain while I try to pry his hands from my hair. 

"Where the hell were you!?" He yells.

"Next door, where you told me to help the girl unpack. Remember?" I return, only making it worse. He pulls my head back before puching me in my gut. I fell over, holding my stomach before I felt him kick me in my side.

"Who the fuck you think you talkin' to?" He asks, evilly.

I was already in so much pain, and I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Nobody." I whisper.

"Good. Now, didn't nobody tell yo ass to be out all damn day. And I know damn well that nobody told you to stay the night." 

"I'm sorry..."

"Oh, your gonna be."

I see him dissapear into the kitchen before comming back with a Chef's knife. Terrified, I start to crawl back. Only to be dragged back by my foot.

"Where the fuck you think you going?"

I stay silent, scared to say anything more.

He took the knife and slowly shoved the first quarter of the blade into the middle of side, tearing my shirt and scraping the bottom of my rib cage. I bellowed out in pain while trying to keep myself stabilized on the hard wood floor.

"I asked you a question." he barked.

But I still said nothing.

Carl only shook his head in shame, dragging the knife down my side, to my hip bone. An ear piercing scream left my lips. My eyes burned. My body ached.

Carl then went to rip the blade out of me, scraping at my hip bone and causing me to scream again.

Once the blade was removed from my body, he took me by my feet and dragged me down into the basement, making sure my head hit every step. He placed me onto a medical table and tied me down by my hands and feet. I was loosing blood fast, but I still had enough quite enough to feel everything.

The Chef's Knife was put away and replaced by a small suture blade.

"You know..." he started, examining the small knife in his hands.

"...we always wanted kids..."

He turned to face me, reaching his hand out to caress my cheek.

"...we were so close to having one, once. A boy..." he smiled.

I turned my face the other way, disgusted. There is no telling who's dick has been in his hands, and regardless of my situation, I'd appreciate it not being put on my face.

"...but he was taken from us. Your parents took him from us."

Huh?

"So, we thought, why not return the favor."

He smiled at me before pushing the sleeves of my shirt up and off of my wrists. I tried as hard as I could to fight, but it wasn't working. No matter what I did, I couldn't get free.

He quickly repeated the process on my other arm, only to be interrupted by the basement door being opened.

"Who the fuck left blood all over my living room floor!?" Alice bellowed, angrily stomping down the stairs.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me tied to the table. With a wicked grin, she walked over to me.

"And where the fuck were you last night?" She coos, slightly cocking her head to the side.

"Helping the neighbor." I whisper.

"Well nobody told your retarded ass to stay the night!" She yells, inching her way to the other side of me.

I just sayed silent. There was no way I could fight them off. I just had to take the pain and hope that someone came to my rescue. 

But per usual, God didn't get my prayer. At this point, I feel like he is deliberately ignoring me. Like he doen't care. Like he WANTS this to happen.

What did I do to deserve this?

Why does everyone hate me so much?

What did my parents do to put me in this position?

My thoughts were cut short by a stinging pain shooting up my arms. Looking over, I see them both staring deeply into one enother while they cut into my wrists. It made me sick to my stomach, but I couldn't help but watch. 

To observe how in-love they were with one another. How my pain sent them into a sexual frenzy. How, even with such a discrace like me sitting inbetween them, they still manage to find a way to show there affection toward each other. No matter how crazy and sadistic they may be, one thing is for sure...

Their fake, gay, lying, conniving, cheating, abusive asses really do love each other. And that is something that nobody could ever take from them. 

Slice by slice, chunk by chunk, my life was slipping away. They had made it all the way up my arms, near my shoulders, and I was loosing so much blood. It amazed me that I hadn't passed out yet. At this point they were fucking each other on top of me, but I dared not to move or make a sound. I  just sat still, letting the pain take over. 

My eyes had started to grow heavy and my body grew cold. I knew I wouldn't last much longer but I fought it, in hopes that someone would come help me. 

They never did...

Finally excepting my fate, I close my eyes and let the darkness consume me, sending me on the road to everlasting bliss. I don't know what I could've done to make them hate me so much, but I do know one thing...

I should've stayed with King.