Behind Bruises [MH/ Creepypasta Story]

Evidence

Toby walked down the hallway and turned the corner waiting for the man to walk out to he can retrieve the camera. The father walked out furious of what he had in his hand..it was the camera..how did he find it?..Toby saw wide eyed and began to take off running down the hallway and Into a small closet
The man threw the camera into the wall, it cracked the lens but it didn't break. "YOU LITTLE SHIT" The closet door didn't have a lock on it, the only solution he had was to hold it shut..but his weakness was nothing compared to his father's strength.
"I-I'm sorry!" "Sorry doesn't cut it you brat!" The door swung open as Toby threw a book at the fathers face making him step back with a yelp. This gave Toby time to run. So he did.
He ran back down the hall and towards the back door. "not this time!" Toby's arm was grabbed slinging him out to the kitchen floor with a thud. "HEL-" Toby was cut off by slap in the face..in the corner was the red blinking light of the camera that was still recording.
"St-STOP" Toby pushed back the man's arm and kicked him in the face slinging himself to nearly stand up.
"You really done it thus time you piece of unwanted trash" the father slapped him Into a wall making his head begin to bleed from the back.."ah!-" Toby whimpered holding his head as he was kicked I to the other wall then punched in the face. The boy shook falling over in intense pressure he threw up.
"Egh..." the father threw a rag in his face. "...clean that shit up..." then he disappeared into the hallway. Toby laid there shaking until he sat up crawling over to the camera and clicking it off..

He grabbed the rag and stood up dropping it over the pile. One day..just one day he'd run off..and escape this life prison. Toby picked up the camera holding it close, it was his escape..his way to freedom and fair life. Not being beat everyday by the smallest of small problems.
He stepped on the rag and smeared it into the pile on the floor as he growled slinging it into the wall with his foot. He wiped blood from his nose and reached onto the back of his head and pulled off blood. He stared at it shaking slightly..He missed mom...He missed half his family back at his old town..
He was gonna sneak out again..but he was gonna do it at night...so he'd be less visible..and less questioned by the cuts on his face.