He Saved Me

Chp 52

Mia's POV
     I was so angry. I don't remember the last time I felt this angry. Probably when my old dad used to defend my mom, and protect her only. I used to feel so neglected. How could he only take her side, and expect me to respect her, after all she's done to me? I used to feel whatever I'm feeling right now. I just can't help it. I know Daddy's going to hate me now. Last time he punished me, was his last warning. I know it. He's going to kill me this time. Ugh! I wish I could stop myself from feeling like this.
     Just then, the door to my room flew open. Daddy's jaw is clenched, his eyes big and dark. And he had that thick belt in his hand. The sight of him alone right now, could knock the air right out of my lungs. I began to sob, not even bothering to apologize. Nothing could get me out of this. I could feel it in my bones. He walked towards me after shutting the door behind him. "Get up," he said sternly.
     I got up without a fight, not wanting to piss him off even more. He sat down on my bed and made me stand between his legs. His eyes felt like they were piercing through my soul. I looked down, sobbing and afraid of what's to come. "You have anything to say for yourself?" he asked in an eerily calm manner. I couldn't seem to get any words out. Just a bunch of blabber and sobs.
     "After what I told you last time, where do you get the courage to act up like that again?" he said raising his voice. "You have been acting like the most ungrateful and ill-mannered child. Is this how I'm raising you? Is this what I've been teaching you since I met you? How many times do I have to punish you for acting like this? Hm?" he lectured. I continued to look down and cry. "ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he yelled in my face.
     "I don't know," I mumbled/whispered through my sobs.
     "SPEAK UP MIA!" he yelled again.
     "I don't know Daddy," I cried crouching down. He was starting to really scare me. He was no longer the soft spoken person I was used to. All I could see in his eyes were anger and disappointment.
     "Since when has it ever been okay, to CURSE and throw your hands on someone?! Is that how good people act? Do you see anyone in this house act like that?" he yelled angrily I nodded my head no in fear. "I've had it with your attitude and outbursts! I warned you little girl, but you just don't seem to learn!" he screamed. "Drop your pants," he said harshly as he stood up.
     I looked at him confused. "What? W-why?" I asked. He raised his eyebrows at me and gave me the look. He swiftly turned me around, and landed his smacks.
     "Stop *smack* arguing *smack* with me *smack* if you know what's good for you!" he yelled. I was scared to even look at Daddy right now. He meant business today, and he was definitely not going to be taking any nonsense from me anymore. "Drop them!" he yelled again. I did what I was told, scared of what the belt would feel like on my skin. At least I had one layer of protection left, not that it was going to help me much.
     Right away he pulled my ear towards a wall, and made me stand there facing it. "Hands on the wall!" he barked. Not sure of what's going on, I slowly raised my hands and placed them on the wall. With my back facing him, I couldn't really tell what was happening. I heard a swish of the belt in the air, before it hit my bottom.
     "OWWW!" I hollered. My hands flew back, rubbing away the pain. My tears were uncontrollable at this point. I never thought Daddy would actually use a belt on me.
     "Nuh uh... HANDS BACK ON THE WALL!" he screamed. I was a blubbering mess and we only just began. I did as I was told, before he swung the belt again, making me yell in pain. He swung it another two times before my apologies started flying out.
     "Daddy I'm sorry! I'm sorry I swear!" I cried.
     "Sorry about what? What is that that you're sorry about?" he asked rhetorically. He swung the belt again, making my knees buckle. "If you were really sorry, you would learn how to act right!" He swung it again. I was in so much pain. More so from the lecture than the actual whipping. I don't think I can ever come back from this. He's gonna hate me forever.
     "Daddy pleaseee —" I started before he swung the belt again.
     "Please what? Are you going to start behaving? Are you going to obey the rules of this house?" he asked before swinging the belt one last time. I lost my balance and fell to my knees. I was crying so hard, I couldn't catch my breath anymore. There was not an ounce of softness in Daddy right now. He was starting to remind me of my old mom. But I knew he wasn't anything like her. But I was feeling just as scared. I continued to cry on the carpet, too afraid to look up.
     "Please Daddy... no more. I promise I'll be good. I swear. I won't break anymore rules," I cried. I sincerely meant it this time. I never want Daddy to be this angry at me again. I never want to feel that vicious belt again. "I'm sorry... please don't hate me. I'll be good I promise," I sputtered out.

Michael's POV
     This had to be the hardest thing I EVER had to do in my entire life. Harder than the beatings I got as a kid, harder than getting on stage every night, harder than the trial even. I had finally become my worst nightmare, Joseph. Tears streamed down my face. I hated myself. I hated what I just did. I was so angry... so fucking angry at Mia. I have tried so many times to get her to act right, but not a single thing works with her. I had no choice. No child of mine is going to grow up to be an insolent human being. This is not how I was raised, and that will NOT be how they are raised.
     I don't agree with a lot of what Mother and Joseph did as parents. But having manners is the one thing, I always appreciated them for instilling in my siblings and me. And that's the one thing I tried instilling in my children. Under no circumstances, is Mia allowed to act like that... towards anyone. But how am I supposed to feel like I'm doing the right thing, when I feel like a part of me dies every time she yells out in pain. I'm the one causing her that pain. What's the difference between her mother and me now?
     Mia continued to cry and apologize profusely. I dropped the belt, and picked her up in my arms. I held her tight, as my sobs began to become in sync with hers. I know Mother reassured me that she needs this, just as much as my love. But I can't come to terms with that. I'm so torn. What if she hates me now? What if she doesn't want to be in this family anymore? These scary thoughts began to cloud my mind, when I realized Mia fell asleep in my arms. I exhausted her. I continued to hold her and kiss her tiny face, feeling guilty for what I just did to her.
     I gently put her sweats back on her, before carrying her into my room. I sat down on my bed, with her still in my arms. I couldn't stop the tears. I'm a terrible fucking father. I hate myself. God, I really feel like a part of me died. It literally makes me sick as I replay what just happened in my head. "Please don't hate me babygirl... I'm sorry. Please don't hate me," I kept whispering in her ears. Tears continued to roll down my face. I cried as I listened to her little snores. She's so precious, I can't believe I just tore her up with my belt. "Forgive me God," I whispered with my eyes shut.

*I'm sorry if this was too dark. I just want to say that I know the real Michael, would never do anything like this to a child. But this is only a story, and I don't mean to describe him as some monster. He was literally an angel on earth. I hope you could still stomach this chapter, fingers crossed. I promise the next one will be better. Thank you for reading ❤️*