•Leondre•
The belt cracks, resonating through the empty basement. I brace myself, ready for yet another beating. If it's anything like the one I experienced earlier, I'll end up battered and bruised.
My left cheek feels swollen and bruised, having taken a blow. The right hand side of my forehead has a cut which feels quite deep; blood still trickles slowly from the open wound. I think a few of my ribs are broken, or cracked at the very least. My right ankle is in a lot of pain; I twisted it trying to shield myself from the belt earlier. I'm pretty sure my back has a few lines running over it, bruising and becoming more painful by the minute.
No one speaks, but the tension hanging in the air is palpable. Sweat gathers on my forehead, stinging an open wound. I wince, then try to keep my vision in focus. The sure signs of a whip flying through the air sound, and before I know it, it's hit me.
I focus on a single crack in the opposite wall, trying to keep my breathing steady. Crying out isn't an option, crying out would make me seem weaker than they already see me.
"What have I done?" What have I done wrong? I don't remember doing anything that would cause this. It's dreadful.
The only thing I have to look forward to is Christmas, which is in three days. Then, I'll be let out of the basement for a day and I'll try to escape.
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FanfictionOne day every year, one specific day and not any other, two boys meet up. Starting off as strangers, Charlie and Leondre meet up on Christmas Day every year and become best friends. With one being beaten and the other miles away, both boys look fo...
