His Fortress (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Fifteen

I screamed as I ushered towards the door. Only to be thrown down harshly to the ground by my hair.

"You little asshole, when I say come here, you better listen!" My dad screamed in my face.

I covered my face as his fist plummeted into my stomach, making me screech out in pain.

"Daddy! Please stop it!" I yelled, only to be granted another punch to my stomach.

"Shh, Danny it's going to be okay." A familiar voice called to me.

I looked up and fell into Gage's arms, he wrapped me protectively to his chest. "Everything's going to be fine." He whispered before putting a gun to my head.

I looked back up in shock, the body was Gage's the voice was Gage's but his eyes were a dark grey, the eyes of my father...

I bolted up, a thin layer of sweat coating my skin. I laid a hand on my chest in an attempt to slow down my racing heart.

"It was just a dream Danny, just a dream." I told myself.

I closed my eyes attempting to fall back asleep. After an hour of failing I decided to just stay up. I quickly got dressed and threw on my black and white converse. I looked back one more time at the inside of the house, smiling a little that I was finally home before venturing out. The cold air penetrated through my thin sweatshirt as the lightly falling drizzle kissed my cheeks. I walked along the sidewalk, looking at the slowly melting snow.

I let out a sigh, watching the steam from my breath come and go. I looked up, realizing I had made it to my destination. The park had yellow caution tape circled around it. Painful memories shot back at me. A week before I left, the day my dad came back...

I let out an nervous sigh and sat down on our living couch. I tuned on the television, attempting to drown out the fighting yells emulating from the kitchen.

And I knew what was coming next.

Dad would take his anger out on me. I would get hit again, over and over again. The thought made my stomach churn into a tight knot. I curled up into a small, tight ball. I strained my ears to listen to the fight. There was screaming of words that, at my age, I really shouldn't have heard, then everything went silent...

I braced myself for the worse... Here we go.

"Stupid bitch." My dad growled, stomping my way.

I looked up at him with fear in my eyes. "She's a dumb bitch." He hissed, throwing his fist at my face...

I closed my eyes for a brief moment before I walked under the caution tape. The bloody snow was gone, melted into slush. It felt strange that that there was little snow when it was so close to Christmas.

I scattered my eyes around the ground as I made my way over to the swings. Looked back at the bench, then to the ground. I walked in front of the first swing and took at seat.

Pain screamed through my limp body as the warm blood dripped from my lip and nose. I held back tears and I watched my dad filling up a large pot of water. He set it down in the sink, with the water on and turned to my battered body. He bent down to my level, looking me in the eyes with those cold, grey eyes.

He let out a sigh. "I hate you, I really do." He bluntly said.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-don't know wh-what to do." I cried.

Dad shook his head, standing up. He walked back over to the sink, grabbing the now filled pot, and walked back over to me. He set it down by my head and picked me up. He held my head over the pot of water. My stomach dropped and I looked down at the water.

"You know what you can do for me Danny? You can die."

With that he shoved my head into the pot of water. I began to panic, and struggle. The only thing running though my mind was 'I didn't want to die, I wasn't ready.'

"What are you doing?!" I head my mom scream.

My head was pulled from the water, gasping for breath, coughing up water. My mom ran over to me, scooping her up in her arms. "I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry." She cried, kissing my forehead.

I closed my eyes, slowly falling asleep in her arms.

I shivered at the thought of that night. The first time he attempted to kill me. My mother kept me alive that night.

I shivered in the winters wind. Suddenly wishing I could talk to Gage. My pride was to big though, I wasn't about to called him. He probably wouldn't want to talk to me anyway... He hates me now. I tapped my foot impatiently, I wanna talk to him. I began to pout, this sucks. I grabbed my phone, looking at the screen. Attempting some kind magic across the world, just for a short phone called.

As if on que, my phone began to ring, the caller ID read Gage.

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Oggabooga! Mah sista's gunna kill meh. Mwahaha getto moment. Sooooo It be an update. Yes I know, nices observation :D Anyway so my computer crahsed. :( Now it's getting fixed. :D Oh and I got an Ipooder touch! ;D Anyway so if I don't update I'm sorryy! I stole my sisters computer and that's how I updated tonight. :( I'm sorry it's a short chapter too.