Save my soul [Imagine Dragons Fanfic]

Punishment

Dan:

My father rests his hand on my shoulder and gets closer. For anyone around us it has to look like a carrying father and son relationship. But no one knows how scared I am right now. I try not to shake because Wayne and Platz would find out that something is wrong. I can't let them know. So I try to maintain it. Only my hands are shaking, so I quickly shove them into my pocket. Hopefully they can't see how scared I am.

I want to know how much my dad has already heard. But no matter what, it's to much. Because he heard the last sentence for sure. I made many mistakes in my life by now. This one was by far the worst. "What's the matter? Why are you fighting with my son?" "Well, he stole my money and I want it back." "Is that right?" dad asks me and his grip tightens.

I think about lying, but I have no chance. So I just simply nod and lower my head. "Then give it back. I don't want a thief in my house. You know that stealing is wrong my son. That will have consequenses!" As I don't move he scoots closer and whispers: "Give it back right now, you're just making everything worse." I take the ten dollars out of my pocket and hand them to Wayne. My hands are shaking and as Wayne takes his money I can tell that he sees it. He has to know that something is wrong.

"Didn't you forget something?" my dad asks. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken your money. Won't happen again." I say, not lifting my eyes of the ground. "It's okay." Wayne responds with a thoughtful voice. He knows. He knows that something is wrong. My dad clears his throat again and states: "I am really sorry. I don't know why he thinks that he has to steal. I guess I've been to lenient. But that will change now. Come Dan. We're going home." His hand moves from my shoulder to my neck and he is pushing me forward.

Once we reach our house he shuts the door and we both take our shoes off. I try to walk by him but he grabs me by my throat and pushes me against the wall. "You stupid kid. Did you really just tell them how bad your life is? Did you want to tell them that I hit you?" I shake my head. The fear makes me shake again. "Don't lie to me!" Now he is yelling. "Don't you ever lie to me again. And don't say things like that again." His grab gets tighter and it gets harder to breath.

"Now, where is my money?" Slowly I pull out the rest of it and hand it to him. He gets of me and counts. "40. Are you kidding me? You know our deal, don't you?" I look him in the eyes and yell back. "I had the money but you wanted me to give it back to Wayne. It's your own fault that I don't have enough!" He stares at me for a second. Then his face turns red and I immediatly regret what I just said. "S-sorry. I didn't..." I'm not able to finish the sentence because his fist hits me directly on the cheek. His punch was so hard that I fall on the ground.

"Never talk to me like that. It seems like I've really been too soft for the past few weeks. That will change now. I won't accept the way you are talking with or about me." As he finished he grabs my by my hair, pulls me up to my feet and starts walking towards the basement. I can feel tears welling up. The basement is the worst part of our house. Last time I went there was as I got expelled. I try to fight back but I have no chance. Tears are welling up in my eyes. "No please. I'm sorry! I won't talk like that again! Please. I'm sorry," I scream. "It's too late now. You don't show me enough respect anymore." He opens the door and closes it behind us, then we walk down the stairs.

The basement is dark and it has several rooms. I've only been in the first room. It has a table with a chair and an old mattress. My dad pushes me towards the chair. "Take you shirt of and kneel down!" he commands. I do what he told me and rest my arms on the seating surface of the chair, showing him by bare back. My dad opens the belt and I close my eyes. As soon as he hits me the first time I whimper. I still have bruises all over the back. The fact that he hits me with the buckle of the belt makes it even worse. The lether side is hard enough to stand, but the metall...

After about ten hits I can't hold the tears back anymore. I whimper every time the belt hits my back. After the twentiest one I start screaming with every hit. My back feels like it is on fire. I'm sure that it read all over. I bite my tongue so hard thatI can taste blood. I want him to stop, but I know that he won't stop that soon. By now he always hits the exact same spot. It's already bleeding and with every hit the wound gets deeper and deeper. After what seemed like an eternity he stops. I'm crying so hard that it's getting hard to breath. My whole back is burning but my left shoulder is the worst part. He hit it for at least twenty times. I know why. He gets closer and touches exactly that part. Pain explodes in my shoulder and I scream. "Well I guess we have to stitch that up." He says with a sad voice. But I know that he is smiling. "I'll stitch you up right now. Wait a few minutes." He stands up and gets his stuff. That's part of his torture too. Having me waiting and thinking about what's coming next. Getting stitches is even worse, it hurts enough without pain killers, and he does it without them anyways. Everytime I pass out because of the pain he finds a way to wake me up again. Just to torture me. I can hear his steps on the stairs agin and prepare for what's coming now.