Diary of the lost (on hold)

The Punishment Room- Chapter 2

January 1st, 2016

Dear Diary,

He is at it again. Drinking. He came home this morning drunk and shirtless. If you are new to this then you probably don't know who I'm talking about. It is my dad. When he gets drunk he gets very angry, angry to the point where he starts harming people. Well not exactly people, usually it is just me. I know what you are thinking and no I don't plan on telling the authorities. Don't look at me like that. He is ... he ... um ok but my dad and his wife have a really innocent boy and he shouldn't have to grow up without a dad.

I wasn't really suprised when he came home. He had been really snappy all week. I wasn't suprised that after two years of an abuse free life that he had come back for more. I guess I was really only suprised about what happened next.

I hear the front door slam and empty the mug of coffee I was drinking into the kitchen sink. I silently make my way through the game room and up the second set of stairs, careful not to go anywhere near the front of the house. I sneak past my sleeping brother's room and into mine, but he somehow heard me. "Makayla Andrea Adams is that you? He questioned. The way he said my name made me shiver out of fear for I dreaded what was gonna happen. As I walk back down the stairs I mentally prepare myself. I know he has been drinking. I hear it in his voice and I know when I get downstairs I will see it in his face, written all over his appearance, waving hi in his eyes smirking on his lips, hiding in bottle and laughing in his black leather belt.

When I got down the stairs I looked to my stepmother for help but, she was high. Again. "Makayla are you deaf ? Can you not answer a simple question? GODDAMNIT I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T ANSWER ME I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU SO HARD YOU'LL LOSE THE ABILITY TO WALK!!!" he yelled so loud that the threat alone almost made me cry. "No sir. Yes it was me on the stairs." I whispered barely audible. Do you know what I'm done with you. Since you want to be as quiet as a mouse I will make you roar like a lion. Take off your robe." I took off my robe revealing my creamy milk chocolate skin filled with scars that looked burnt. He went into the the living room and grabbed my stepmother and led her down into the punishment room. Whereas she would normally refuse to take part in this, she was high and I saw a gleam in her eyes when he offered her the belt. I walked toward the chains that hung and clipped myself in waiting for them to string me up. As the seconds tick by I count 1..2..3 ... and then the pain started.

Old wounds start to reopen and I scream as lash after lash tear at my bare skin. I feel something wet running down my back and don't have to look to know that it is blood. The whipping stops, but only long enough so that they can pour alcohol on my open wounds. I hear a scream. It is broken and beggs for mercy, asks for forgiveness, but it is trapped. I realise that it is my own scream. The whipping stops again. A small boy with green eyes and blonde hair steps out looking confused and rubbing his eyes.

He sees me then sees my father and his mother and he starts crying. I know that crying will make it worse so I try to soothe him, but it is no use and his crying grows louder,"Mayla!!! Mayla!!! Sissy!!" It breaks my heart to see him cry and if they do anything to Max I will really roar like a lion. "DADDY STOP HURTING MAYLA! MOMMY DON'T HURT MAYLA!!" My dad fed up with Max's crying snapped. I watched as the bottle hit Max in the head and broke. And I let out a inhumane sound that will haunt me for the rest of my life...

And that was the beginning of the end.