CONNOR ✔️

[Chapter-XI]

Flashback~

                        C O N N O R

I ran inside the living room, hiding behind the couch. I closed my eyes, trying to control my loud panting, when I heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer to me.

I felt myself beginning to shake with fear, I tried to be strong, not to shake and not to cry, but I always failed, in front of Kyle.

"Show yourself kid or it will be worse for yourself!" He growled loudly.

When I felt him coming to my way, I couldn't help but whimper in fear. I watched as he stepped to grab me, but me being the stupid 12-year-old I am, I ran to the other side, pushing him aside and running down the stairs.

"You little shit! You can't get away from me!" He shouted; his hatred filled voice booming through the house.

I'm dead!

"K-Kyle p-please.." I stuttered out.

He smirked, lifting me up, by my neck, before slamming me against the wall. I screamed as streaks of pain shot up my back.

He pressed his hand deeper into my neck, making it hard for me to breathe. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest, as the wet salty moisture poured off my eyes. Despite my desperate state, he didn't let go.

I kicked my legs, to try and push him off me, but this only increased his anger. He applied more pressure to my neck, making my vision start to go blurry.

"Stop!" I cried; with the small amount of energy I had left.

The tears were rolling and staining down my cheeks, my hands trying to tug Kyle's much bigger ones off my neck, but it was useless.

After a few more minutes of pleading, the merciless creature threw me to the ground. I gasped for air, breathing heavily until it went back to normal.

But the torture wasn't finished.

It had just started!

Kyle yanked me by my wrist, pulling to my feet in one pull. He slapped me hard across the face, four times until my body hit the floor. My hand imminently went to my hot cheeks that were probably bruised. My legs felt like jelly, unable to move.

I watched, from the corner of my eyes, as he produced a razor from his pocket.

"No..n-not..raz-zor.." I slowly crawled away, in an attempt to move away from him, but he only grabbed me and slammed me back into the wall.

"P-Please..n-no." He ignored my pleading. I cried as he raised my arm, "P-Ple-ase.."

Suddenly, a large wave of pain went through me, as I felt his large hand slammed against my cheek. I glued my mouth shut.

He dug the sharp razor into my skin, I did my best not to scream at the sight and pain of the crimson red liquid escaping my skin. After he repeated his actions, multiple times, he finally dropped me. I was proud of myself; I hadn't screamed.

"You know, you're never gonna get over this!" He stated rather than asked, with my face between his hands.

"Y-Yes.." I whimpered with an obedient nod, causing him to smirk, before he threw me to the ground and walked out of the room.

I shut my eyes, taking deep breaths. I slowly stood, clutching onto the couch, because I was feeling a bit dizzy. After a minute I limped to my room, where I noticed Riley wandering around, while eating a slice of bread.

The brim of my eyes swelled up with tears at the sight of food. The pain and the hunger all catching up to me in one go.

I haven't eaten anything in two days.

"Riley..p-please.." I cried but she just pushed me to the ground, walking out of my room and locking the door.

I crawled over to my bed and laid down, holding my cheek, that was still thumping in pain.

I don't want to live anymore.

I looked down at my only shirt, to see that it was covered in wet and red patches.

I sighed, my once grey shirt was now covered in my own blood and small darker patches of salty tears.

I pulled out a photo frame from a drawer; a picture of my Dad and my brothers displayed behind the glass.

"Why did you leave me? Why did you leave me?" I screamed, staring at my Dad's picture, allowing the salty river of tears to stream down my face. "I wish you would come. I know I said I don't miss you, but it's not true. I miss you so much!"

"Thibbault.." I whispered, wiping the tears that fell onto the photo frame.

Beside Thibbault, there were two other boys standing. The boy who had dark blond hair, his name is E? Eli? or Elijah? I guess. I don't remember clearly and I don't know the other one's name.

"I need you Dad.." I whispered, moving my eyes to the other familiar figure in the frame.

I hope Riley and Kyle kill me one day, so that everyone can have peace in their lives.

I let my tears fall freely at the thought, clutching the frame to my chest and sobbing my heart out.
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