✔Happy Hurts 《Modern》

Chapter seventeen

Edited as of July 22
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⚠warning: abuse⚠
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A few days past and nothing bad has happened since. Besides from the usual Dark thing but when I got home. Nothing.

I was in the living room watching my usual show, Mr. Hero and the adventures of Hyrule City. Yea he has a book and a show! Which I love! My dad came home early today, but he wasn't himself. He opened the door, almost opening it twice well opening an invisible door. He stumbled inside and dropped his keys on the cabinet by the door. He closed it with his foot and stumbled over to where I was.

"You little brat what do you think your doing!" He spoke harshly. His breath smelled weird and he held my arm tightly like he used to before.

"I-im watching tv..." I stammered.

'Not again... everything was fine... was does this have to happen now...'

⚠warning abuse: also may be a little graphic⚠

He threw me off the couch and to the floor. I looked at him in fear, trembling as I held myself up. He walked over to me and picked me up by my collar.

"Dad... Stop!" I yelled.

He growled and punch me in the stomach making me cough up blood. I clenched my stomach, wincing in pain as I looked up at him. His eyes still bad no emotion in them. They were blank.

"D-dad... please... stop..." I breath out.

"Shut up you brat!" He slapped me and tossed me to the floor. "Your gonna get what you deserve." He unbuckels his belt and ties my hands with a scarf that was left on the couch. He tied them above my head and wipped me with his belt across my stomach, and arms leaving brusies on my arms and stomach.

Tears flowed down my cheeks as my eyes were closed shut. I wanted this to end. All of it. He stopped hitting me with his belt but then it just got worse... like it always does. He grabbed his pocket knife out of his well pocket and trailed it against my cheek making a small cut. He dug the blade into my arm making me scream out in pain and cry out.

"Dad... stop! Please!!" I yelled. He dug it in deeper to my skin.

I screamed in pain as the blade was being dug into my skin. He left the blade in my arm and punch me several times in the stomach and face to shut me up. But how could I? I wanted it to stop. Blood was dripping from my face, mouth, and arm. I was weak. To weak to stop this.

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I sat up weakly, bringing my arms to my lap as they were still tied up. I couldn't take out the blade because of the bond making my arm numb. My dad untied me and walked into the kitchen.

I touched the blade that was in my arm, wincing in pain. My arm was already numb so taking it out would be a breeze Right? I held the scarf to my arm just in case. I took a deep breath and pulled out the blade, quickly covering it with the scarf to stop the bleeding. I didn't scream. I didn't feel anything.

Nothing at all...

I tied the scarf around my arm to hold the blood and put pressure on it. I stood up weakly, leaning on the couch for support as I made my way to the bathroom to find some bandages or something to keep the blood from coming out.

Looking through the cabinets, I found some big bandage wrap and cotton balls with some liquid thing.

I fixed the bandage around the wound as I slumped down on the toilet seat looking blankly at my arm.

'Just a couple more days... And I get a new family... just... a couple more... days...' I closed my eyes and let the darkness take over me.