Thorns

1. I was dreaming

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WARNING
I am not meaning to offend anyone with this chapter. This chapter contains scenes of abuse and I highly suggest if you do not feel comfortable reading this chapter just skip to chapter 2. I know abuse is a very serious and sensitive topic that I personally have no experience with and I do not mean to offend anyone with this chapter

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This chapter is really short but I will get into the real story in the next chapter

And once again TRIGGER WARNING
Now onto the story !      Started : 5/9/18

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"Stop! Please you don't have to do this !" I kept screaming and begging, stopping for nothing until my throat felt so raw that I just couldn't take it anymore.i continued to tug and thrash against the restraints that held me so securely to this chair, trying so hard to escape and find someone , anyone. They wouldn't budge.

I mustered up the little will left within me and began to plead. I tried to think of ways to reason with him. It had never worked before but maybe if I said the right thing he would just let me go.

"I promise I won't tell anyone about this if you just let me go, not even mom or Jake-"

"His name is Jacob!" He bellowed. Soon after the sound of a slap making contact with my cheek resonated around the room.

The pain from the prickling heat that had formed in my cheek, quickly formed into numbness as I stared into his deep brown eyes that had turned almost black from his hatred for me .

I couldn't hold back what happened next, it was just so tempting as he held his face close in front of mine with his menacing glare.

I felt the need to stick up for myself, to defend myself in any way possible, and as I was strapped to this chair I had no other way to do so.

So I spat in his face.

"He prefers to be called Jake, maybe you would've known if you cared enough to pay attention, Father" I spat out the last word as if it was poison in my mouth.

Some may call this stupidity as I was the one who was currently strapped to a chair in my kitchen, at a disadvantage to mr. Sperm donor right here, however the look on his face was well worth it once he registered what I had just done.

What can I say ? I'm stubborn.

"You stupid child, you're going to regret that " he hissed at me

And then it began. The inevitable. Blow after blow were received to my stomach, each punch delivering a new message to me.

I am weak

I am nothing

I am worthless

Never ending statements clouded my mind as I continued thrashing against my restraints, trying to find any way possible to escape the unbearable physical pain and the withering emotional pain that was taking over me.

"Hayden" I heard as if a faint whisper in the back of my mind.

"Hayden, please"

A foreign feeling passed over me as I continued watching each individual punch hit my stomach however this time I no longer felt physical pain , just a reminder , a memory of what once was.

"Hayden , please wake up !"

That's when it hit me

I was dreaming

I opened my eyes to come face to face with those very same brown eyes that so often haunt me in my sleep

Yet these eyes I was more accustomed to and I had grown to loved . They were the slightest shade warmer in tone yet they held so many more emotions for me and not the kind I was used to, not hatred.