Happily Ever After??

Seven

Mom and I got into the car and she let me play my music. I put on my depressed playlist. The first song that came on was 'The Light Behind Your Eyes' by My Chemical Romance.
I listen to Gerards voice and try and forget about everything that has happened in the past three weeks. 
'Never let them take the light behind your eyes'
Next thing I know mom is tapping my shoulder. I quickly wipe the tear that fell and look around to see where we are. 
"I figured we could get some food before we go to the show." mom says. I nod and get out of the car. We walk into the Applebees. 
We sit down at a small table. 
"I know you really like the food here." mom said. I smile a bit and nod.I don't speak much anymore, unless I have to. 
The waitress comes and takes our order. I only order a water and a small salad. Not even ten minutes later she comes back with our food. I don't eat, I just move the food around so it looks like I'm eating.
"Alright, what's wrong? You never turn down food. Especially here." 
I shrug, "I'm not hungry." my stomach growls and mom gives me the 'I know you're lying' look. "I don't feel like eating." She decides not to push me any further and ignores it. We finish eating pretty quickly and head back out to the car. 
The venue was only a 5 minute drive from the Applebees. We get out of the car and walk in. Mom pays the guy and we go find seats. Lucky for us there are two seats right up front. 
I look at the front of the drum set. Motionless in White I've heard the name before, somewhere.
It's not too long before the drummer runs out, followed by the bassist, keyboardist, guitarists and finally the lead singer. All of them are dressed in all black, 5 out of the 6 of them have long black hair. They all look very gothic, I like it. 
"Are you fuckers ready?!" The lead singer yells into the mic, the crowd cheers, "This first one is called Immaculate Misconception"
The beat of the songs sounds very heavy, different than most of the stuff I listen too. 
The rest of the concert was amazing. The songs they played were awesome and I seriously think that this band has taken over my number one spot. 
When we got home I had a genuine smile on my face. I walked into my room and put my bag of band merch that I got at the concert in my closet. That's when I hear someone clear their throat behind me. My smile fell.
Chris is sitting at my desk and James is standing by my bed.
"Where were you?" he asks with that tone in his voice that told me that no matter where I was I'm still going to be in trouble. 
"M-mom asked me if I wanted to go out a-and s-sin-since you weren't h-here I f-f-figured I-I would. I-I'm s-sorry s-s-sir." I stutter, making sure not to look him in the eye. 
"Did I say that you could go?" 
"N-no sir"
"On the bed, no shirt, face down." Shakily, I remove my shirt and lay down on the bed.
The sound of him undoing his belt  scares me. I know exactly what this means. 
"Remember the rules" Chris mouths to me.
I feel the belt collide with my back.
"One, thank you sir." I say, I know that I can't make any noise when he hits me. That only makes it worse. 
I feel the belt again, "two, thank you sir."
Whack, "three, thank you sir."
Whack, "four, thank you sir."
Whack, "five, thank you sir."
Whack, "six, thank you sir."
Whack, "seven, thank you sir."
Whack, "eight, thank you sir"
Whack, "nine, thank you sir"
Whack, I whimper at this last one because it was harder than the past few. I forget to count and thank him. My back is stinging and I feel blood seeping through a few of the marks that the belt made. 
"I see someone decided to forget the rules." he hisses. 
"I'm sorry sir" I say. 
"Stay there, Chris, don't let her move." he leaves the room. 
Chris looks at me with sorrow in his eyes. "I'm so sorry" he whispers. "Deep down, he does feel bad about all of this." I nod.
I really don't know if he's telling the truth or just trying to make me feel better. He's supposed to be my best friend, but instead he does this.
I hear the door open, he comes back in with a plastic cane. Without warning the hard plastic connects with my back. 
"One, thank you sir." I hold back my scream.
I receive 15 more hits with the cane before he leaves the room. 
I curl up in a ball and cry, my back hurting more with every second. 
I just want it all to end..