Safe /Donah/zorbyn/ REWRITING

two

Daniel stood infront of the dirty shattered mirror slowly dragging his fingers through his tangled hair at four in the morning two teenage boys should be asleep but they weren't the music down stairs was extremely loud.

Zach had his head tucked under a pillow hoping to block out the noises from downstairs it wasnt working much but yet he still continued to hold the pillows to his ear.

Daniel continued to drag his fingers through his hair trying to get the tangles out of his brown locks he needed a shower desperately he felt absolutely disgusting being trapped in the same house for his whole life.

The boys mother died after giving birth to zach because of complications but the man never let zach live that down calling him horrible things such as a 'murderer'  it always hurt zach but he knew he didnt kill her and he often wondered that if she never died if life would be different would him and his brother still be abused if she was still alive? Or would the abuse be even worse

Daniel doesnt remember his mother at all he was to young to remember her but deep down he knew that if she were here she wouldve protected both of them from the pain they endured at their caregiver. For seventeen years daniel had been thrown around like trash, beaten, assaulted, insulted, treated like an actual slave at times he was the main target of his fathers rage and hate if he had a penny for every bruise, cut or gash on his body hed be rich. His whole purpose in life was to stand off to the side and look pretty he was meant to please older men he was a toy to his father who racked in money when his mouth was shut.

Much like a mannequin he was expected to stay frozen in a pose not breathing to rapidly almost frozen to display what ever outfit that was thrown at him. He was expected to take care of himself both were he was expected to just shut up and go along with the things he was forced into. But he could never keep his mouth shut he could never just stand there infront of people he had a panic attack infront of most but was just hit and told to get back out there his mental status was much ignored he was good at hiding it.

The boy thought all older men were bad besides the ones scripted in movies because all his life he was beaten by them and from the age twelve and up he's been sexually assaulted by them to say he was living in fear was an understatement he was petrified of the men that came in and out of the home but he knew those men couldnt physically hurt his body that was all the man who had created hims responsibility.

Daniel was incredibly smart for his age but it didnt matter the only thing that mattered was that he looked pretty and was showing enough skin. For seventeen years hes been confined to one house only venturing outside occasionally when allowed hes never experienced things normal people have hes never had a happy birthday or a merry Christmas or trick or treat no school dance or schools report card hes never had a pet or friend besides zach hes never got to enjoy himself or have even a second without crippling anxiety killing him hes never had that breath of fresh air that could be his escape place and his breath of fresh air was going to be four years of highschool but that was a load of anxiety on its own he knew he coudlnt possibly be like the others kids he knew he couldnt control his mouth he couldnt wear clothes like the other kids he couldnt have a phone he couldnt hangout after school he just wouldnt be able to fit in. The thing that bugged him the most was thinking of bullies because then he would have no breath of fresh air hed be out through he'll 24/7 with no breaks.

He was just praying that high school would do him justice and by that he means get six hours if a place where his main purpose isnt to just stand there and look pretty

This book is already dying at chapter two! Fun
So um if you have any ideas or suggestions please please please comment them or message me I could use them lol