Toxic Affection | Manthony | Complete

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-Abuse warning-

Mitchel sat quietly in the back seat as the car ride to House was completely quiet.
No one wanted to talk.
They finally got home and Mitchel quickly made his way upstairs but Kras was quick to follow him. Before Mitchel could enter his room Christian grabbed his arm.
"Mitchel none of this was your fault." Christian spoke softly as Mitchel turned around and faced the blond boy.
"Christian Iv hurt you in more ways then I  thought was possible, you are an actual angel and you don't deserve any of this." Mitchel sighed letting out the truth that he had been holding in.
"You haven't hurt me." Christian mumbled as Mitchel rolled his green eyes and shook his arm from his grip and entered his room.

Christian entered the kitchen to find Dom and Clinton talking.
"You good?" Dom asked as Christian dragged himself to the pantry.
"Iv been better." He shrugged as his phone vibrated.

"Mom?" He asked in a confused manner as he stepped out side of the Caves house.
"You need to get home, the city police department called your father." His eyes widened as fear flooded his body.
"Please mom don't make me come home." He begged with tears swelling in his eyes.
"I'm sorry son, get home." And with that his mom hung up.
"Uh Clint could you drive me home." Christian stood in the front door way.
"Sure." He spoke quickly and grabbed his keys. "Key a eye on Mitchel please." He mumbled to Dom and headed towards Christian.

"Aye mate can I come in?" Dom knocked on Mitchels door.
He got no answer as dom slowly opened the door.
"Man it reeks in here." Mitchel turned his drunken and half dead body towards Dom. "Don't tell me you drank all this whole bottle of vodka." Dom snatched the basically empty bottle from Mitchel.
"No the boggie monster under my bed helped me drink it." Mitchel rolled his eyes and rubbed his sweaty face. "You can't just drink your problems away man." Dom informed Mitchel as he finally sat up in his bed.
"I think I can, it seems to be working." Mitchel blinked slowly and starred to fall over as he fell inside doms lap.
"No it's not working look at you, your a mess." Dom pushed the wasted boy off his lap. "Thanks for that pep talk." Mitchel laid back down.

"Do I need to pick you up later?" Clinton asked as they pulled into Christians drive way. "Yah probably." Christian mumbled as he tried to prepare of the beating or the wiping or verbal abuse that was coming his way.
"K I'll see you later then." Christian nodded and headed up the stairs.
He opened the door slowly and on the other side was his dad with his belt in his hands. "Dad please let me explain first." He said with tears of fear starting to fall.
"No don't get to explain, take off your shirt!" He spat as Christian did as told and placed his shirt on the ground and turned around slowly. "Are you serious public nudity, underage drinking and running from the cops!" His dad hissed as he let out a scream of pain as the belt met with his skin. The pain made him collapse into the tile. "Get the hell up!" The much larger man screamed at him as he curled up into a ball and cried harder. "Did you not here me!?" He screamed once more. Christian couldn't focus on anything but his pain as a boot came in contact with his back making him whimper once more as the kicking continued for a solid 5 minuets. "S...Stop please." He begged as his father backed away from the shaking boy. "Then get your pathetic ass up!"
Christian wobbled to his feet as he was slammed against the living rooms wall causing the 'family' pictures to fall and shatter.

"Please." Was all he could manage to get out. "Please what Please don't punish you for being such a disappointment?!" His dad hissed as he brought his knee up as it met with his lower abdomen. He fell onto the floor in pain once more. But this time the kicking of his dads boot was sending pain up and down his stomach instead of his back. Christians vision became blurry and the harmful insults became a lot more quiet as he began to pass out because of the pain.

He finally came too as he took in his surroundings he was laying in the driveway with his bags scattered around him. He managed to find the strength to sit up as he turned towards the front door his mom was in the door way. "I'm sorry." She mouthed as closed the door. He floated in and out of reality dude to the still high level of pain.
He struggled for his phone as called the first contact that came up.

"What?" A familiar voice spat, it belonged to a sobering up Mitchel.
"Help me." He pleaded before passing out again.