A Tortured Soul

Chapter 7

Justin lay helplessly on the floor of his empty bedroom, his body limp but still throbbing from the pain inflicted on him by his parents just moments ago, his heart beat slow and steady, his mind at peace believing his suffering would end soon.

Foot steps could be heard trailing up the stairs, his heart picked up its pace and the pain pulsing through his battered body turned to pure fear. At least in that moment the pain was no longer.

He listened closely as the foot steps came closer, now reaching his bedroom door, he held his breath hoping they would go past. They didn't, his door flew open and Marge stood with a stupid smerk on her face looking more like the red headed witch from 'Hocus Pocus' instead of the normal (even though evil) beautiful mother he was use to seeing.

"Are you ready for round two you ungrateful, sorry excuse for a human little fuck?"

The words uttered from her mouth seemed to hurt him worse than the physical pain. He couldn't generate enough strength to respond so instead he stayed still trying to maintain his breathing.

She walked slowly toward him, knelt down beside him and smiled sweetly. The smile she was showing him was so warm, comforting, the kind of smile a loving mother would have while whatching her beautiful child sleep peacefully in her arms. He hated that smile, nothing good ever happened after it appeared on her face, behind that loving smile was an evil plan hatching to inflict as much pain as possible without killing him. She pulled her fist up into the air beside her head, took aim, and his vision went black.

Not knowing how long he had been passed out he sat up, he managed to pull his hands to his face to rub his tired eyes. He looked around as much as his neck would allow without turning his body and could see light shinning from the window beside him, could it have only been a few hours? Or was it the next day?

"Well hello there sleepy head!"

A voice called from behind.

Jason had been sitting in the room waiting for Justin to wake up.

"You have been asleep for three days now, I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up. You had better get up and get some food in your system, you start daycare in the morning so you will need your energy!"

He said sliding a plate of spaghetti across the floor, Justin refused to budge.

"Aren't you going to eat? I know you are hungry."

He stood up and walked toward the door.

"Oh, by the way, no need to worry about the daycare workers seeing your bruses, we made sure they could be hidden!"

He laughed an evil laugh and walked out of the room. Justin sat starring at the plate infront of him wanting so badly to eat, his body was weak and he felt like doing nothing but sleeping until the pain wore off.

He reached for the fork and a sharp pain shot through his arm, he jerked it back quick. Tears began blurring his vision but he needed to eat so he reached again with the opposite hand.

Jason returned to Justin's room just as he was finishing his last bite.

"Are you thirsty little man?"

"Yes sir."

Jason handed him a bottle of water and sat beside him.

"How do you feel?"

Justin didn't respond.

"You are probably in a lot of pain, I know, but you caused it on yourself. You shouldn't throw fits like that. If you would just listen and do as you are told things would be a lot better you know?"

Justin remained quiet starring at the bottle of water in his hands.

"We have some news for you! Your mother is pregnant, you are going to be a big brother!"