Funhouse -A Skylox Fanfic-

Chapter 1 "Oh Tyyyyyy!"

~~~~~~Deadlox's POV~~~~~~

I cried silently in my room.

Please don't let him find me.

"TYLER! YOU FAGGOT! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" My dad yelled at me, stomping around in another drunken rage.

I shivered and backed into the corner of my closet even more, my breath uneven and heavy.

"TY!" He, stomped up to my room.

Oh dear Lord.

I heard the door slam open and him come in.

I held my breath and waited for the worst.

"Tyyyyy?" He taunted "I'm gonna get you... and when I do..."

I couldn't hold my breath anymore. I took a gasp of air. I covered my mouth with both my hands, tears streaming down my bruised face.

There was a unnatural silence and then, a evil chuckle.

"Ty, I know where you areee! Come out come out!" He mocked, his boots clamping on the wood floor of my room. He was coming closer.

"I'm coming Tyyyyyy!!!"

I saw the outline of his figure from under the door.

He kicked the door down, leaving a dent in the wood.

"I FOUND YOU!" He yelled smiling.

He grabbed a lock of my hair and dragged me out, me yelling and pleading for him to stop.

"You were a fucking mistake, no one ever wanted you, nobody ever will." He threw me to the floor. "You are a homosexual FREAK."

He kicked me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me.

I gasped for air and he pulled me up but hair and slammed my head against the wall, making me dizzy. He let go of my hair and let me slide down to the ground.

"You deserve to die."

He kicked my head and lifted me back up, but by my shirt. He punched me over and over and over again.

"D-dad.... stop-p. Plea-"

He kneed my stomach and put his meaty hands around my delicate neck.

I clawed at his his hands, spots clouding my vision. He let go of me, seconds before I passed out, letting me breath, and walked out of the room.

I coughed up some blood and massaged my neck.

I just sat there, up against the wall, tears staining my bloodied face.

Soon I heard him slowly walk upstairs to my room.

"Tyyyyyyyyy..."

I whipped my head towards the doorway, and there he stood, a hot spatula in hand.

I shook in fear when he walked towards me smiling and laughing.

"You know, I heated this thing up, just for you."

He swiftly placed the hot metal on my eye, and I screamed in pain. He took it off after a minute, letting me breath.

He punched me again in the eye he just fried and tears fell down the eye that worked.

I flinched when he put the metal near my other eye, feeling the heat radiating off of it. But instead of just burning the other eye, he used the sharp tip of it, and traced my jaw.

I inhaled sharply as it dug into my skin and burned it, making a hissing sound as it did.

"S-sky... help-p" I whispered as he took the spatula off of my skin.