Behind Bruises [MH/ Creepypasta Story]

Holding on tightly

Toby pulled away from the window and looked off into the closet that laid half open, he hopped off the bed and closed it as the room door opened Quickly. "Come help me stack the cups in the kitchen, that's an order" the low voice of the elder spoke as then disappeared down stairs. Toby stared before walking to the door way and walking out closing the door behind him, before he too disappeared down stairs.
Each stair closer to the first floor he got even more anxious and fearfull of one fuck up and he's a goner. And just as thought, on the counter laid a bottle, a empty bottle. He tried his best to pretend it was just a decoration and ignore it. With shakey legs and hands he made his way onto the kitchen where laid a box of plates and cups, the bowls were already placed in a sloppy stack on the counter. He had a feeling he was doing this alone and that his father would soon pass out cold somewhere.
The boy inched his way towards the boxes and grabbed into them grabbing a few cups and neatly sitting them side by side in the small cabinet, he continued that routine until the box was empty. He then moved to the plates, stacking then neatly on top of each other and Into the cabinet beside the cups..
The bowls on the other hand had no where to go. He stared at them thinking before looking over at a bottom shelf. He picked one up and opened the bottom cabinet as then sat the bowl Inside, it will have to do, for now atleast. He continted with the bowls as then all three boxes were empty. He looked around the kitchen as then thought.
"..maybe" he glared up at a top cabinet way taller than him. He sat his hands on the counter and pulled himself up onto it, resting his knee on the wood, he reached up for the handle pulling it open. Sure enough, there rested his pills and other medicines..He grabbed them and jumped down with a stumble forgetting to shut the cabinet, he was gonna keep the pills personally and under his bed. Possibly his pillow if needed. He looked around as his father was no where to be seen.. be opened the lid and scattered two pills in the palm of his hand. He closed the lid and held the bottle under his arm. He tilted his head back taking the pills carefully swallowing one by one without water.

Toby then went into the living room where a TV sat on a stand in front of a old tore up couch, it wasn't plugged in and in fact he didn't even have cable. He crawled up onto the couch and played with the bottle of pills by rolling it between his hands as they clinged against the plastic..He even read the paper stuck to the plastic..though the read it millions of times but he was too bored. The rain had stopped luckily as he thought it never would, he had just noticed this when he glanced at the small window on the door in the shape of a cut up orange.
He wanted to explore the neighborhood, make a few friends even...what was he even thinking, he tried that and ended up being ran away from or beat up, at Least at his old town. On of the main reasons he moved actually, that was the only thing good about it.
Good thing he want gonna enroll into school in till next year which was in a few months. His grades will drop yeah, but it's better than being beat every day..though when he got home that didn't change anything.