Love and Pain (Daryl fanfiction)

Chapter 1 (back story)

Pyro’s back story:

I had just got off the school bus. I hate school I always get bullied no matter what I do. I turn to look at the house and sitting there is my disgraceful father’s car, if he even counts as one, I hope he is passed out drunk or in a really good mood. I walk to the porch and unlock the front door. I took one step in and my face meets the back of his hand, hard. I’m flung to the ground from the force, I turn and look at his face and all you see is hate. “WHY ISNT THE HOUSE CLEAN, WHORE?!” he yelled. ‘I still have my V card I thought.’ “Y-y-you came home early a-a-and I was going to do it after school.” I stuttered out. I could slowly feel the bruise forming on my cheek, great another bruise. I hadn’t realized he was talking until he grabbed a fistful of my long hair and forced my head up at him so he could scream at me better, “SO YOU DON’T WANT TO LISTEN?!,“ he yelled “ ILL TEACH YOU TO NOT LISTEN.” He dragged me down the stairs to the torture room or the basement by my hair.”Please stop, I’m sorry.” He just ignored my pleas for mercy and proceeded to clip the shackles to my wrists. They were chained to two poles sticking out of the ground. He ripped my shirt off and left me in my tank top, my hair covered my face like a black curtain concealing me from the world. I faintly heard the unraveling of the leather whip stained with my blood already even after it had been cleaned. He snapped it across my back one, twice, three times. I wouldn’t cry out I’m not going to give him that satisfaction of hearing my pain. I was gripping the chains so hard my knuckles were white. They stopped finally, and then he did something he has never done. He came in front of me and tucked my hair back behind my ear. He had the whip behind him dripping with my crimson blood. He whipped my stomach and arms avoiding my face. When he was done he walked up to me and forced me to look straight into his eyes. “Your just as filthy as your mother was.” He mocked me. None and I mean none talks bad about my mom. I suddenly felt hot all over and I felt the chains melt underneath my hands. I melted the metal and I stood up and looked him in the eyes and punched him in the nose as hard as I could. He was on the ground and I ran for the door taking the stairs two at a time and he grabbed my foot and drags me back down the stairs. I screamed the whip marks hurt and bled more uncontrollably. I felt woozy and he stood up and started kicking me and I felt two cracks, he just broke some of my ribs. It hurt so much to breathe. He lifted my head once again and made me look into his eyes “You know I have a friend who would love to see what your gift can do.” He smiled menacingly and then all I remember was darkness.

 

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