"Where were you!" my father yells again pushing me to the ground
"Just went out fr' a bit" I grunted as he stepped on my chest rotating his foot back and forth.
" don't make me repeat my self brat. WHERE. WERE .YOU?" he asked enunciating each word , pressing harder on my chest.
"friends house" I muttered
My father put his hand to his ear.
" what was that?" he asked with a questioning smirk.
Then proceeded to laugh kicking my side. He picked me up by my collar and slammed me into to the wall. I cried out in pain before quickly closing my mouth.
"now " my father started petting my hair "what am i going to do with you?" he then smiled
I knew what was coming,and I fought back. kicking,punching,clawing ,and biting trying to free my self from his grip. He just slung me over his shoulder and walked upstairs.I proceeded to kick his back as hard as I could. He then banged my head against the stair well. I was seeing stars ,and everything was blurry. i violently coughed.
"oh shut up boy" he said using my already damaged head to open his room door.
Think of happy thinks I thought. Instantly Taru came to my mind,and I was instantly calmed. I was soon tossed onto the bed.
"Call me daddy wont you" the sick man above me said sickly sweet
"ass wipe" i said spitting on his face
"you did this to yourself boy" he sneered
I just smirked "sure thing Rolf"
Then he started to claw and bite me . All i could think was (Freakin kinky pedo) as i started to drift only to be brought back by him trying to shove his tongue in his mouth. I wiggled trying to escape this atrocious act with no success.
"Vara Stilla " he commanded, I froze memories of my mother resurfaced.
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"Berwald were going to be learning English today" a mother said to her three year old.
The boy just simply looked confused
"vad" he asked not understanding anything his mother had said
"Engelska Ber var att lära sig engelska" then she proceeded to say it in English
"English Ber were learning English"
"Jag vill inte" Berwald whined running away
"Vara Stilla !" she commanded
The toddler instantly stoped running standing still ,for he knew to follow the simple command. His mother would use this command many a times while she was living ,and in the moments before she died. The simple frase would haunt him Vara Stilla , stay still
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