Behind Bruises [MH/ Creepypasta Story]

Crying Sky

With much curiousity, Toby hopped off the couch and onto the rough carpet. He made his way to the door before being caught by the shoulder. "Where do you think you're going" grumbled his father, giving the smaller male a glare of chills. Toby couldn't build up the courage to speak, much less breathe. The glare hardened on the boy as he forced out a few words. "No where..s-sir" he always called him sir since well that's all he was allowed to call him..like he was some sort of servant or stranger.
"Thats what I thought" the father let go of his shoulder letting the death grip fade away. "I want you to unpack me and your mother's room, you have nothing else better to do twat.." He was papped against the head as he jerked down glaring at the older man that was walking down the hallway. 'I really do hate him' his mind spoke to him. 'me too' he thought.
Toby walked slowly down the same hallway stopping at the door of his parents' room, he had his arms crossed staring at the handle..He wasn't about to unpack MORE boxes, he really wanted to explore the town and as then his arms dropped to his sides. "No way.." He told himself out loud as the bathroom door was shut, he heard the sound of puking, his father was sick as shit but that didn't stop him. Toby glared down to the carpet as he swayed it around slowly. He then sat his hand upon the room doorknob and opened the door, walking in soon after. Just to be safe, he closed the door behind him as he stared down at the boxes on the bed, dresser, and all around the floor against the walls, they were poorly taped and sat. He went to one near the window and sat down on his knees about to tear off the tape until.'tap' a rain drop hit the window 'tap tap tap' more and more hit as then it was pouring down again, he frowned and sighed heavily a she sat crissed crossed staring at the box in front of him..He was gonna be there all day..and maybe all night.

Hours passed as Toby was still working on unpacking but he only had one box left, he'd sat pillows on the bigger bed and blankets laid neatly on top. He was proud and hoping his father would actually appreciate it and not beat the crapp out of him from one misplaced item. He looked at the last box and glared around before kicking it under the bed. "..nope" he mumbled to himself as then exited the room gracefully. He inched down the Empty, dark, and quiet hallway as he flicked on a light in a spare room, it was completely clean and empty, not even a window was in the room. Fear tugged at his heart as if his father found this, which in no doubt he already did, it would become the next 'torture room' he slowly shut the door and held onto the door knob shaking and looking around. He then rushed off to the stair case and hurried up them. Down the hallway was his room he could remember. Bashing around in his pocket was the pills he'd taken.
He rushed down the hallway and Into his room, it was darker since the storm gotten worse them, lightning and thundering frequently as the lightning flickered his room up. He shut the door and went over to his bed. The sound of the rain entered his mind as he kept it there to keep his mind clear...He missed mom, and for most the only one who understood him, loved him.