Chained and trapped -Hameron-

Chapter 1: Hatred

*Hayes POV*

I sat in the corner, my hands chained behind my back tightly, so tightly that if I moved the chains dug into my skin and pierced cuts in it. I adjusted my position and winced in pain, blood slowly trickling down my wrists dripping into the basement floor. I heard the upstairs door to the basement slam. Then pounding footsteps. It was Nash. He was home again. My body tensed and my eyes started to glisten with fresh tears of fear. He stormed in, locking the door behind him.

"Fag." He spat, punching me in the gut. A small whimper escaped my mouth. He kicked me over and over. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, what did I do to deserve this?

"It's your fault!" He roared in anger, his eyes full of hate. "It's your fault mom is dead you little shit! I'll make your life hell!"

A tear escaped my eye. I shook with fear. My life was already hell and had been hell for months. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry and scream and run away from this hell I was living in. But I couldn't. No one would hear my screams but Nash and my dad. So I sat there. And cried. Feeling all the blows to my face, my legs, my body. My body ached with pain and my veins burned, my wrists stung as blood dripping onto the basement floor; but he didn't care.

I was his little brother. His baby brother; the one he used to care about and protect from pain. Not inflict pain upon. Now I was his punching bag and there was no escape from him. Soon, I blacked out again. A simple routine I had grown used to. He would beat me until I would pass out. Every single night.

*Nash's POV*

I kept kicking him, even after he has blacked out. I spat on him. He killed her. He killed my mother.

I would do nothing but devote my life to getting revenge on him. I was going to make him suffer for killing her. No one would stop me. Not even dad, whom would beat him when I was out.

Suddenly my phone buzzed, a text from Cameron flashing on my phone.

Cam: hey man can I come over?

I texted back, "sure" and duct taped Hayes' mouth shut so when he woke up he wouldn't scream. Locking the basement door, I went upstairs and washed hayes' blood off my hands. Soon, Cameron appeared at my front door.

"Hey man, where's the little man at?" He questioned, referring to hayes.

"He's at a friends." I replied smoothly. I had been hiding this from the boys for months. They rarely ever saw him anymore though.

Nodding, he plopped into my couch and we began talking and laughing and watching vines.

*Hayes' POV*

I woke up, a muffled whimper escaped my mouth. I felt a sticky substance attacked to my lips. Duct tape. Suddenly, I heard a familiar laugh. Cameron. Cameron was over. I felt my heart melt at his laugh. Yes, I had a crush on Cameron. (A/N Cameron is 18 in the story, not 20 but Hayes' and Nash's ages remain the same)

I didn't like admitting it, because he's my friend. I'm not supposed to love my friend. The duct tape was beginning to get very uncomfortable and it made my lip sting. I could tell my lip was split underneath the tape and it would hurt like a bitch to take off. I forced my mouth open as much as I could and started licking the sticky substance on the back side of the tape. The tape began loosening on my lips which allowed my tongue to lick my lip and the tape which made it looser and looser. Soon the tape was ready to fall off. Come on Hayes, just keep going.