Please Don't Hurt Me

Chapter Four

Allen's POV

Bolting up as my eyes flew open, realizing that it was just a dream. More of a nightmare, it was frightening, the persons I fear the most inches from kissing me. I like them yes but not in a relationship, I mean they're my bullies, they could do more damage to me that way.

Taking long deep breaths to calm down and rubbing my eyes. I threw my feet off the bed, checked the clock and it was twelve-fifteen. I headed towards the bathroom, in case you wondering the bathroom is in the hall, taking my clothes with me. Afterward, I headed downstairs, turning left in the living room eyes widening at the sight.

Food was everywhere, some of the furniture was disarranged, and there were beer cans along the floor. If only my mother had not lost her faith in God, maybe there would not be people lying about in the living room. I guess I'm not going to school tomorrow, they would not allow me unless this house is spotless again.

Turning towards the kitchen for a glass of water, my eyes opened wider than before, not because of the people who were also in there or the much greater mess but among those people was my bullies dad. Unlike everyone else, he was awake and stepping toward me.

His tall height made him tower over me, his hazel and light brown eyes stared endlessly at me, his sharp facial features made him look dominating yet charming, his thin lips pulled in a straight line, he was tan and looked well built.

His aura told me to submit, which is weird. This man has yet to speak but I'm already trembling, he asked with a deep voice " Who are you?" waiting patiently for my answer, but I could not respond more like I was too afraid. Getting aggravated he raised his voice " answer" he demanded. I still stayed quiet, my lips quivered, my head bowed, my heart accelerated, and my mind and body seemed unresponsive.

" Child are you okay," he asked afterward but his voice was softer and held worry. Why he is acting strange normally a person would be beating me right now, Why is he not.

He grabbed my shoulders and shook me a little, "hey kid what's wrong". I raised my arm to my throat, held it, and shook my head no. I think he understood.

" He's not anyone of your concern", turning around I saw my dad. He held a Stern expression, " just no one as a matter of fact" he continued.

The man looked between me and my dad, he examined me more.
I lowered my head, and I became afraid, dad will punish me. The man then said " well goodbye then" and he grabbed a coat and left.

It was just me, my dad, and the people who passed out on the floor. He was looking straight at me, eyes narrowed and fist clenched. He raised his hand and pointed towards the stairs, I slowly walked back to my room.

An hour or so had passed, and I was freaking out. Sitting on my bed, shaking like a leaf, my heart was racing in my chest more so than before. What will he do, how will he punish me?

Another hour or so had passed, and I was startled when the door was slammed open. He was standing there with a familiar look in his eyes, and a knife in his right hand.

No no no no no not again, he inched closer, and closer. My body stilled knowing if I moved or screamed or anything it will be worse.

He crept onto the bed and held both my hands above my head, " you're an embarrassment" he spat. He took the knife and slid it across my arm, " worthless" he said, " embarrassment" and slid the knife again.

That's how he continued, my lip was now bleeding from the pressure of keeping my screams subdued. The blood was traveling down my arms towards my chess. He stopped insulting me but kept cutting, moving the knife to my abdomen and he added more pressure when he pulled this one.

After moments that felt like an eternity, he stopped, leaving me on the bed, covered in blood. My cheeks were tear-stained, and the pain was unbearable. My body quivered. I can still hear his laughter ringing in my ears, his smiles and psychotic-looking eyes printed in my memory.

My head throbbed, and my arms were in excruciating pain as well. My vision became cloudy, my energy was drained so I passed out.

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TIME SKIP

My eyes flew open when I was slapped, my body was still in excruciating pain as I looked at my mother. My father grabbed my feet and hauled me out of bed causing my head to hit the hardwood floor. Hissing as I sat up, then after curling into a ball. knowing that the punishment is still not over. But they did not continue what dad started last night, they just threw insulting words at me and left after the half-hour.

I was trembling with fear mainly because I knew that it was going to be worse. I just grabbed my first aid kit to fix the cuts but opened it and realized that I was out of supplies. so I headed over to the wardrobe and removed the box from under it and took out some money. In case you are wondering how I have money, well even though my parents are bad they still give me an allowance of two dollars which is not enough to save so I got a job over the holidays and weekends as a pet sitter, I get paid on how much the pets owners are willing to pay.

I got to take another shower now.

After taking a shower, I headed downstairs to an empty but messy house I was now eight-thirty. The stores are bound to be open by now.

I left the house and locked the front door. Walking along the sidewalks, I was heading towards the grocery store a few streets away.

On arriving, I was greeted by a man's chest. I walked straight into his hard concrete chest, he was also kinda running. " Watch it" he spat.

I just looked down and continued to get my supplies. I entered the pharmaceutical aisle and grabbed what I needed. Some bandages, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and so on. I checked my stuff and was about to leave when I felt someone watching me. I turned around and a girl was watching me, she looked familiar, to say the least.

She just stared at me, like she was intrigued. How weird, wow look who's talking about weird, just look at me like, it doesn't get any weird than that.

I left the store and went back to walking staring between the ground and where I'm walking.

I was keeping my head down, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.